He looked back at her, a frown creasing his brow. "I.... Don't know. Like I said, that whole picture was a scene from a dream..... The pepper-colored wolf was just a spirit..... It seemed to me like.... It was someone I knew. And the black one.... That one seemed to have an even stronger connection to me.... But you and those two wolves.... are connected somehow also....."

Krystal flinched as he said he could see she didn't like him. To her shock it hurt her for him to say that. "Its a bit more to it friend" she noted. She glanced up to see him hide his face. "I thought you might, and I would like you to." she gave a week smile. She moved to step out but found herself sitting in the chair next to the bed. "Why wolves?" she asked "The picture you drew. Why was there wolves with me?" she leaned away from him but kept her eyes studying him.

"I wandered off..... And was found it the forest?" His eyebrows tightened as he looked down at his lap." He sighed, shaking his head. "Not again...." He hid his face for a few minutes before looking back at her, seeing that she refused to look him in the eyes. "If you want, you can leave. I can see you don't like me...." He turned his face away, hiding it behind his hair. "And I wanted to do that painting....." He whispered under his breath, settling back into the pillows.

Krystal stiffened a bit seeing his eyes. She wasn't breathing as she stared at him keeping her eyes the velvet brown she had, though she wanted to turn them red she didn't. "I was asked to come by Detective Martin. I left you a note asking you to call me. He found it and figured I knew something to why you wondered off." She looked away not wanting to look at his eyes anymore. "Your in a hospital. You was found out in the woods. I don't know much more then that." she glanced at the door still not breathing wanting to leave, but she stood where she was.

After an hour, Markus opened his eyes, which were now just like a wolf's. He reached up, wincing when he touched his head. "Ow... What....." He blinked, seeing Krystal. "Huh? Krystal? W-What are you doing here? Why am I here, and not at my house?"

[sorry for shortness.... waiting for the right moment ^.^ XP]

Krystal gave an uneven laugh "People do seem to have imaginations" she noted but she stood there for a moment after the man started to walk away. She was right behind him if he would check to see if she was back there. She sighs slightly shaking her head.

The vampire slipped into the room and stayed in a corner watching the man on the bed. She studied him more. He didn't smell quiet right to be a werewolf, but then again there wasn't a full moon out last night. She clenched her fist adding her thoughts that tomorrow night was the full moon. She looked calm where she stood trying to act as if it was natural for her to put distances between people.

Martin shook his head. "No.... But apparently a few people that lived in the woods said they saw this yound man walk into the words last night, then reemerged after sun-up, coming out the form of a wolf. Please stay here with him. Try to get him to talk for us. He's just fooling. He's awake," He gave her a pleasent smile, turning and leaning the room.

Kryastal raised a brow slightly as he showed her her own note. She sighs and nodded "I'm poor with names, but I do know that he owned the book store. I left that note because he is very good at drawing and wished to have him paint something for me. That's all I know of him." she took an unneeded breath "Is there anything else you need me for?"

Martin looked down at the raven-haired young propreiator of a small bookstore that he himself had only thought of going into. He turned and smiled as Krystal came in. He handed her the note, which was in a clear evidence bag. "That's been cleared to go. Only I looked at it. Now, is this Markus Trudor, the one that owns that French bookstore? That's my guess, because I've seen his picture in French news, back from when he was a young boy."

"I'll be right there" she said quickly and hanging the phone up before the man could say anything. Krystal sighs as she graded her long coat swinging on as she walked out the door.

It wasn't long before she was at the hospital. She moved about then walked over to a male. She knew who it was and glided over to him. "You wish of me?" she asked bowing her head slightly to the Detective. "Though I'm afraid I will not be of much use" she noted keeping herself calm.

"Ms. Krystal. This is Detecive Martin. We found a young man in his twenties. Our computers are back-logged, and since he doesn't seem very responsive even though he is awake, will you please come down to the hospital. When we found him around noon, a note with your name and number was on it. You are the only one who can tell us who he is right now."

Krystal hissed slightly at one of her servants before answering her phone. "Good Evening" she said calmly as she picked up the paper and flipped throw it lazily. She knew who it was, it wasn't heard for her to know suck stuff, but as she was flipping through the pages her eyes widen a bit and she gave a quick cure into the phone in her own tongue without thinking about it. She took a breath waiting for him to speak. She found she was nervous. She wanted to growl at herself again. He was just a human right? so why was it so breath taking to have him call her and talk with her?