Francis heard the growl, and smiled. He pissed her off, and he knew it. Probably not the smartest thing he could've done, but at least it wasn't dangerous in public. His smiled faded as he considered for the first time what she might do when no one else was around. Kill him? Perhaps. Attack him? Definitely. He took a deep breath, concentrating on what the professor was saying. It wasn't easy, he could feel her eyes on the back of his neck.

After class ended, he casually picked up his things and walked to the front exit of the room. He didn't want to aggravate her any more, and if she truly intended on following through with her threat, she would have to come after him. He wanted to help her, but wasn't foolish enough to walk straight into the dragon's den.

Eleanor couldn't focus on class at all, that angered her, but what she disliked so much more was that this werewolf of all creatures had the gull to step foot in their class. Hadn't she made it clear that he was to stay away from her? Her eyes narrowed as she watched the boy and thought. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson? Or was he expecting her to? If he was that was quite a foolish thing to do. Not many people wanted to die so bad. But if that's what he wants, I better not disappoint.

The class started moving about, many of them leaving. It was over. Eleanor watched as Francis got up and left, his smell filling the room as he moved. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck, he was driving her crazy and from the way he held himself, he knew it. Someone does want to die.

Getting up, she too left the room. Her eyes instantly landed on Francis and she walked towards him. She fell into step with him, but a few feet away. She slid her eyes to look at him, her eyes now yellow in color. He was aggrivating her wolf. "You know, not many people wish to die like you do," she said low and quietly so the people bustlting about campus wouldn't hear.

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Oooh, something was definitly up and Rodney could sense it. He just lay in bed, his hands clasped behind his head as a smile came to his face. Eleanor is not happy about this at all, he thought with a mental chuckle. He didn't want to attract Terry's attention, that would just be bad. The smile soon faded from his features as he sighed slightly. But it's for your own good sister, I promise you that.

As he moved out into the open area of campus, Francis could smell her moving closer, and he could tell she wasn't pleased. "You know, not many people wish to die like you do," she growled lowly. He glanced at her, slight shock crossing his face as he saw her eyes. He blinked, wiping his face clean, and looked ahead.

"Not many people are like you and me, Eleanor. I know you're not a fan of me, or of what I am. But you should remember, that what I am is also what you are." He looked at her, his eyes narrowing, not allowing her yellow ones to distract him. "Are you saying you hate yourself as well?"

Eleanor's eyes widened slightly when Francis actually talked back to her. She then narrowed her eyes, matching his own look. No one talked back to her like that, at least if they did they never lived to tell about it. Never a werewolf though, a wolf had never spoken up to her like that before but that was because most, if not all feared her. "Don't regard me as one of your own," she said quietly so the others wandering about campus could not hear her.

"I hold myself to higher standards than those of lowly wolves," as she said this she looked back before her. Lab was next, but after this she wasn't sure she could stand another class with the wolf male today. She was all caught up and even slightly ahead anyway. She wanted to get to the woods, she had to run to burn off some steam but she didn't want him to follow her. As she thought about that she looked back at him, almost as if he could have heard her thoughts.

"Lowly wolves?" Francis chuckled as he continued walking toward science lab. "I suppose we are lowly, running around in the woods, stinking up the place with our wet dog smell." He didn't look at her as he said, "But I suppose that's better than sucking the blood of a human. After all, taking another person's life just so you can survive is probably the worst thing anyone can do. It's almost... monstrous."

He wanted to look at Eleanor as he said it, but he hoped his nonchalant way of mentioning it would make her angry. His goal was to goad her into some sort of attack. But then he realized he should have done it at a better place, when they weren't surrounded by students. Crap, he thought. Well, let's make a run for it. He broke into a jog and headed toward the woods, hoping she would take the bait and follow.