Krystal never moved as Markus placed the phone in her hand and spoke. She picked her head up slightly watching him leave then shook her head moving into the house tossing the phone on a coffee table. "What would I possibly need him for?" she asked herself then sighed as she walked over grabbing a long coat and slipped in on before stepping out for her hunt for the night.

He walked up to her and grabbed her hand, pressing a sleek black phone into her hand, closing her fingers over it. "Ever need something done for you, call on this. I have to go out and clear my head...." He never looked at her when he said this, and he didn't even look back over his shoulder as he passed past her and through her house, exiting out the front door. He put on his helmet and kicked his motorcycle into life. He pulled out, his hands tighening on the handles as he headed for his home.

"Don't think your the first to upset a vampire?" she chuckled lightly "Your still young, that is whats wrong with humans. They don't live long enough to fully understand the world about them. Something happens and they get rapped up into it for months. Wolves are not quiet so bad, only a few weeks." she sighs and looks away "That's why many believe vampires are heartless. We live so long that death is just like getting a splinter. We just move on. We would be insane if we didn't" she whispered her eyes distant as she stared at the ground.

He blinked, jumping a little. He looked over at her, then all around him, as if he had forgotten where he was. "Ah....." He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. "I.... don't know. I expected to go home and hide in the dark forever....." He looked over and down into the water of the fountain. "Heh.... You can kill me if you like? All I seem to do is make people pissed at me...." He rubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes. "Even you..... I'm mad at myself..... And I don't why I am...."

Night soon came and Krystal moved out of her room and stretched. Her mouth was dry and she felt faint. She knew why, she didn't need last night and needed to. She took a breath of hair and already she smelt blood. she tilted her head and moved quietly down the stairs back to the fountain and stopped at the door crossing her arms. "In less you plain on being my food tonight I suggest you scram" her voice was cold as her eyes watched Markus. "Why are you still here anyway" she asked softer with more of a confused look on her face now.

He stopped at the front door, his hand on the handle. He sighed and shook his head, turning and heading back out the fountain. He sat down on the edge and pulled his knees up to his chest. He looked up into the night sky and stayed like that the entire night, even after the sky started to lighten, signaling the beginning of the day. He watched each star as it disappeared, unable to get up from where he had sat. Something about her last words troubled him, and the troubled feeling seemed to make him stay.

Krystal snorted "just like you going to let yourself go?" she asked "your funny" she stood controlling her anger. "nothing has changes these all theses years, why would it start now?" only way he could now anger willed her is by the deep blood color of her eyes. "You aren't the one to tell me how life is. Living for 100's of years and always seeing the same story line. Life don't change. Its the same dam story over and over." she turns and walks away "Thanks for your work, don't let the door hit you on the way out, and I'm sorry to think that maybe you was more then what I could see. Yet again I thought life would change and it just slammed its door in my face." she was then cone. He could hear a door slam and then a growl.

He stayed laying on the floor, a dead look in his eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes, going limp. Within his mind, he chased the ever-running part of his humanity. He didn't want his wolf to control him any longer. He just wanted to go home and lock himself up in there. He'd fire everyone and put black curtains over the walls. He finally caught it and his form once again turned into a shell of darkness. The shadows drifted away, and a fully clothed Markus stood to his feet. As he passed her, he lightly placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure that it will change for you soon....." He approached the front door, stretching, seemingly calm on the outside.

Krystal couldn't help but laugh. She kept her grip on him as she spoke softly to him. "Listen, do you really think your the only one? You have lived only a fraction of my life time and you think your the only one with a bad story? We all lose the one we love, some of us took their life away by our own hands. Try taking other ones love just because you need to feast to keep yourself alive. You wolves don't have it half as bad as a vampire." she growled "You can die of old age, you don't have to find others to feast on, you can go out and feel the warm of your life. You can forgive and forget your sins no matter how great. What does a vampire get? internal darkness, only hope to find love is with in our own race, witch I like to add don't happen all that much. We never forget what we have done and we can't find anyone to share our pain in free of killing them. So stop your whimpering!" she pushed him away sending him into a wall, blood tears roll from her eyes as she moves and watches him keeping a glare in her eyes. "such a selfish creature" she snapped at him.

"Ripped! Shredded! They didn't tell me it was that bad!" He struggled aganst her hold, wanting to throw her off. He felt success coming to him, but once she slammed him into the ground, the convulsions stopped and he just shook, his head bent backwards, allowing him to stare at the ceiling. "Thinking got me this! The realization that I killed the last person in my life that loved me! Why should I think anymore?! I don't care..... Not anymore....."

Krystal growled at him and grabbed the wolf by the scruff of his neck and pinned him down to the floor so where he couldn't move. He was easy to control but for a young wolf that didn't know anything about what he truly was we was still quiet strong. She knew once he learns everything he would be one of the strongest wolves that ever existed. She whispered her thanks for him being young and kept him pinned her eyes a deep red looking at him. "Cool it." she snapped showing her fangs "Now that is enough, we all have are fair share of the ugly past. Your not the only one" she slammed him to the floor again "Now grow up and think. Take a deep breath and relax" She kept her fangs bare to him but her eyes lighten up from a deep red to a softer red.

"I know that!" He snapped, bristling once again. "It's.... the things I have done.... I can't-" His words died as his eyes widdened and his hackles raised once again. Moments later, a mournful howl ripped from him before he could stop it and he jumped down from the couch and started to run in circles, his eyes shut tightly, slamming into things, out of control as he suffered from the sudden flood of gruesome memories.