Her head was pounding as she slammed the small libraries door closed, tears still running down her cheeks as she leaned her back against the door and slide down to the floor.

She had barely even registered the surprised and quite regal looking vampire who had been sitting to the side, more than half way through one of Damien's historical texts on local folklore.

She sniffled and whimpered softly to herself as her face fell into her hands, her tears continuing to flow as she played the scene of Damien looking after as she screamed at him over and over in her head.

He never gets mad at her, he nevers snaps back, why, why?

It made no gods-damned sense, it's was like he felt nothing but fucking pity for her. It hurt almost as bad as the tear on her heart of smelling Lyn...

She continued to wallow until a soft cough ripped her from her thoughts, wiping her eyes quickly she looked over at their other living partner, the one she had to this point never really met.

His pale completion, the white streaks in his hair, and his lavish looking suit with a large red amulet of some sort adorning the collar all absolutley fit the style of a "typical" vampire nothing fun like her.

She stuttered as she tried to come up with an apology, some sort of explanation, and a question all at once, but by the way he just raised his eyebrow and cocked his head ever so slightly, she could tell whatever came out of her mouth was nonsense.

"I-I'm sorry, I r-really should've been paying attention to see if anyone was i-in here", she hiccuped finally, barely holding herself together as she did her best not to look him in the eyes, know that the piercing gaze of a vampire was the last thing she needed to muddle her brain right now.

He didn't say anything, not even a twitch as she still felt him looking at her and seemingly nothing else, and she just kept going, "I was talking, well I guess f-fighting with Damien and, and I didn't know here else to go, I just h-had to get away from him...", She finally managed to get out.

There was an even longer uncomfortable pause as he seemed to just be dissecting her with his gaze alone, finally his eyes alone moved back to the book as he continued to read.

"You two were fighting?", He said simply.

She was shocked by the smooth, almost velvetly tone of his voice. It was low, like Damien's but not gravelly or scratched in the slightest, like a smooth, flowing river. She could still feel the power behind it, but it was clear that he was very well educated.

She ran a hand through her hair, being careful to not mess with the hairband at desperately tried to hold back her soft but tense blonde curls that always threatened to fall into her eyes, not that she usually minded.

She finally nodded, not really knowing if there was more to say to answer his question, and she was suddenly tense as he closed the book he was reading and set it softly on his lap, while not quite looking at her, but clearly thinking to himself.

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"That's quite surprising", he finally said, his eyes finally moving back to make contact her her own.

She cocked her head, barely sniffling anymore as she tried to comprehend what the vampire meant.

"It just seemed that the two of you were thick as thieves, with the exception of his interactions with her", he said, drumming his fingers softly on his trousers.

"I- Well, uhmm..." Skryra stammered, not really understanding the phrase that he used, "I mean, of your saying me and him are close then yeah, but I don't really understand what you mean".

He cocked his head again, eyes narrowing as he looked her over and said somthign shed never think in a million years....

"Is he not your father?"

Her mouth dropped open, as she looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

He seemed to wince slightly, with his expression taking on something almost akin to pity as he slowly continued.

"I apologize if I've struck a never, I'm just used to most wolves like the two of you to be family bonded in some way or another, especially when in close proximities" he explained.

The almost clinical nature in which he spoke nearly flew right over Skryra's head, but she half nodded as she looked to the floor in thought.

"I guess you would usually be right, but I don't really get along with most other werewolves, only him really..." She said, thinking of all the fights and scrapes shed gotten into with others in her kind, with her thoughts drifting to her family which just started to piss her off.

He nodded again, still watching her all the while, "That is quite interesting, you see, I'm Damien has explained that I'm not from Grimoire or anywhere where close in fact, so I'm quite used to werewolves being much more rough and aggressive, hence why I usually keep my distance, especially from the males".

She looked at him like he was crazy once more, and then shook her head as she tried to organize her thoughts.

"I don't really get it, but I guess yeah? My pack were a bunch of bad people, and got what they deserved but other than Damien I can't say I have much more of an idea than you do about what their like..." She admitted, getting up slowly as she looked around the library.

She had only been in here a few times, as she wasn't much of a reader herself unless it was actioned-packed or smutty as all hell.

"I see, very interesting", he said as he seemed to be almost mental categorizing the information she gave him on the spot, before he continued

"Well, if you care for my sense of the situation. I'd say he does care about you, if he's helping get you out of fights and working with the agency, then it would seem that he wants what's best for you".

She noted softly, looking out the window as she thought back, realizing that his words were probably spot on. Even since the day he was introduced to her, he was always guiding her around, trying to teach her things, even when she whined and complained through and through.

"I guess I never thought about it like that, umm, thanks...", She finally said, her voice small as she was clearly still thinking.

The vampire watched her and simply nodded before reopening his book and thumbing to the exact page he left off from.

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She eventually left, slowly wandering to her to her room as she rolled over the vampires words. Suddenly stopping as she got to her room, seeing of all things a plate of food Infront of her door.

Unless the skank has left it there just to fuck with her, which she was almost convinced was what happened, she picked it up slowly, realizing it was just a normal dinner that Damien had cooked.

She felt the knot in her chest loosen ever so slightly as she looked at the food, before finally opening her door and going to her bed to eat and stare at the ceiling, thumbing her lighter as she continued to think about things, eventually drifting to sleep.