06-24-2014, 08:16 PM
Bell's body tensed, and he prepared himself as the man lunged towards him. Then that man stopped. Bell just blinked at him, watching the odd man as he stared at some flies on the wall. Bell wasn't sure if their fight was going to continue or not, then the man turned toward the flies and..well..attacked them. The vampire's head tilted to the side slightly as he watched the other man begin to move on down the hallway while mumbling to himself. Bell came to the obvious conclusion, this man was insane.
It didn't matter, he had more important things to take care of. Red no longer stood in the hallway with that woman, and he could still smell the strong scent of werewolf blood. His nose wrinkled slightly, his eyes narrowed a bit, and he moved. Making his way quickly and easily towards the kitchen. He was a vampire, and in a hurry, so he used that lovely speed of his to reach the kitchen in mere moments. To a human it might seem as if he had just suddenly appeared there, next to Red's chair. A hand coming down to pat the vargulf on the top of the head gently.
When Red spoke to him, Bell's expression turned murderous and his attention was on the human pressing the towel against his pet. "Silver bullets? You shot him with silver bullets?!" It was more accusation than question. Bell snarled, his hand withdrawing from the top of Red's head. "Get out of the way, human." He spat the word 'human' with such intense bitterness and he moved towards her. To physically push her out of the way if she didn't move, so he could inspect the wounds himself.
Red had watched her, his head tilted to the side a bit. She didn't want to run away? That didn't make much sense to him. Prey always wanted to run away from it's predators. "Why?" He questioned almost softly, sounding a bit tired. A low grunt left him as she pressed the new, clean towel against his chest. He had grimaced lightly, but didn't pull away. His eyes were on her, watching her, some part of him wanted her to try to escape. So he could chase her, run her down like a deer. He licked his lips.
Before she could answer his question, Bell had appeared. Red had heard him approaching, that sound of bells tinkling in the air, revealing his every movement. When that hand landed on his head, he glanced up at the vampire and gave a soft whine. He was happy Bell didn't seem injured from the fight, the vampire had most likely won. At least, Red assumed Bell won. "Is not healing." He spoke the words quietly to Bell, in a slightly confused tone.
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