James chuckled softly, pushing himself slowly and deliberately off of his desk. He shook his head, trying not to get too worked up over this. "Watch it kid," He growled, "You don't look so hot either." he added flatly, looking at him as he paced forward. How dare this kid sit there and make a mockery of him and actually mistake him as one of those filthy creatures?

"And, might I remind you, humans seemed to be able to control you pretty well..." He informed him, referring to him being drugged and cow prodded without so much as a disagreement. The doorbell rang, that would be his blood supply. Right on time. He thought, his lip curled into a sneer, revealing on of his fangs. "You have no idea who you're messing with." He told him as he left the room. He would be quite surprise if he could walk.

(( lol Thats ok ^^ ))

"I don't like your tone." James replied, glared back. He looked at the end of the bed where new clothes laid. "I threw them out, they were ruined." He informed the Shifter. "Use those." He said as he left, closing the door behind him with a slight slam. He went to answer the front door and let the woman in. "Why'd you keep me so long?" She pouted, stepping in. "Sorry." He answered.

A common belief is that blood drinking is a messy business that no one wearing white should fool around with. But not with James, it was really uncommon for him to get even a drop of blood from his donor on anything that it shouldn't. Not only that, but the process was quick and painless.

James led his donor to the guest room, closing the door for some privacy. (I'm lazy to describe Dx) He emerged a few minutes later, looking less pale and sickly. And more stunning and healthy. He shut the door so that she could rest and replenish her blood count. He ran a hand through his head and ran his tongue over his fangs to make sure they were retracted and as dull as possible.

After an indulgent feast he began to rome around again. He was reminded of the smell of blood and headed up stairs to the room he was told to keep out of. He carefully stalked over and opened the door.

James heard the shifter rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, listened as the fridge was opened and closed a few times. He must be starved, him going through and cleaning out everything did bother James all that much since he mostly kept the food there for his donors and quests that weren't vampires. He rarely ate regular food all that much, not because he couldn't, just because he didn't need to. Since he was thinking about it, (imma name her XD) Adin should be waking up right about now and she was going to need to re boost her strength.

Adin murmured quietly, opening her eyes slowly to look around the familiar room that was the guest bedroom at James' place. He sighed, her neck stiff but she wasn't in any real pain. She glanced over at the door to find Nemian standing there and she was instantly alert. "W-who are you?" He asked, her voice was quiet and sounded like a bell. "Wh-wheres James?" She had never seen this boy before. 

"I'm... ok." Adin answered, sitting up. She felt dizzy and a little off balance. "A servant? But... James doesn't have any servants! H-hes not like that..." She told Namian. She was confused, she had been here at least a dozen times but had never seen him around before. 

James walked up quietly behind Namian. "Curiosity killed the cat. Bird." James hissed to him. They were about the same height so he didn't have to bend down or stretch up to reach his ear. He moved past him and into the room to Adin. "How do you feel?" He asked her, "I'm ok." She answered with a small blush. "Thats good. Here." He handed her a pill and a bottle of water. She took the pill and drank some of the water. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up, I'm a bit swamped with work." He told her. He was a completely different person with her. "Drink it all." He told her. She did.

Soon after that James saw her off, paying her for her services and closed the door. "I told you not to go into that room." He said, turning back to Namian. 

James finally finished his work and looked at his alarm clock, 4:56. He yawned and picked up his papers, tapping them against the desk. He clipped them together and turned the lamp on his desk off before he stood up. He stretched, then wondered there the Shifter had gotten off to. He obviously hadn't come back here. 

He moved around the desk slowly, deciding to look for him. He dreaded finding him having broken something. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he hadn't broken anything, and as he came up to one of the guest rooms in this house he heard movement and froze outside of the door. It was slightly cracked with the lights on. He peeked inside and saw a bird sitting on on of the pillows. Found you... He thought as he turned off the lights and closed the door behind him. 

He went back to his room to sleep for a few hours before having to go to work once again.

(skip to the morning? 030) 

A chirpimg sound could be heard from a room. A cardinal was singing to the morning sun. It ruffled its feathers with a sense of pride. The bird went to the middle of the room and suddenly changed into a human male. Nemain, the boy, began to get redressed. He could change into other animals, but the bird was a form of safety for him. He would never admit such a thing, but it was true. He was afraid. Afraid to let people see Nemain. He sighed as he buttoned up his shrt and looked out the window at the morning sun again, this time with a warm smiled.