Pushing Oliver towards the elevator the creature follows slowly behind its body twitching and molding down the hall its jaw open as a horrific gargling pulled into the air.

    Reaching the elevator my eyes bounce around looking for anyway to close the doors as the soft click of the speaker hit our ears, and once more Mavericks voice came out in an almost sugary sweet tone.

    "Did you really think I would let you live ya old mutt? You and your new little dog toy were getting far too close for my loves liking." His laughter poured from the speaker deranged almost unhinged as the creature dove forward again.

    When people tell you your life flashes before your eyes before you die, they aren't lying for me it was like I was looking at all the mistakes I ever made once again dancing across my vision like some sick game, but then there are the good times the times that made me the man I am today.

    Before I could dwell any further my mind snapped back as the creature was flung backwards into the doorway like a rag doll. Oliver standing in front of me his hand out the soft sparks of magic dancing over his fingertips like an unsung melody.

    And holy shit if we weren't in this situation right now, I would say it was pretty damn hot. But now isn't the best time dammit. Cursing myself internally I shout.

    "Oliver!?"

    He doesn't turn his eyes a dull glowing red as he snaps his fingers. Enveloping us in a bright light the creatures horrid screeching rips through the air.

    Until nothing. Complete and utter deafening silence. Slowly an increasingly agitating ring hits my ears. Until all around me seemed to blink back, gasping for air like a fish out of water I sit up finding myself back outside my bar the suns rays barely in the sky as I look around.

    "What? How?" Immediately my eyes land on Oliver face first in the dirt his legs in his chest a horrid wheezing pulled from his throat as his eyes glowed that same thick crimson. "Oliver?!" I stagger to my feet like a drunk after a long night, I could barely stay upright as I reach him. My hand landing on his back shaking him softly he turns his head a bit his eyes so bright as he shakes his head.

    A hunger itching at the corners as his fists hit the ground. His mouth opening and closing as the tears stained the dirt.

    "Shoosh its okay Oli. Come here." I cautiously help him up. "Let's get inside." I whisper holding him close and taking it one step at at time. Pushing the broken door open we walk across the bar and towards the stairs his right hand gripped my shirt tightly soft tremors cascading down his body as we walk up the stairs and into the loft.

    "It's going to be okay Oliver." I pull him towards my old bedroom and help him sit down.

    A low sound like air wheezed from his throat, the sound almost painful as his head bobbed loosely like a puppet cut from its strings. His grip on my chest unrelenting as his voice swirled uneasily.

    'Hungry...'

    "I know, I gotcha." I mumble my own thoughts swirling. Pulling his hand from my chest I get up. "I'm gonna go see if I have anything sit tight."

    Oliver nods his eyes closed as I step out of the room and into the kitchenette leaving the door open as I opened my cabinets. Cursing I turn around my eyes on a bag of stale chips as arms wrapped around my head. Dropping the chips my hands grip Olivers sides as jaw clamped onto my neck growling his teeth pinching against my neck. Letting out a pained hiss my back hits the counter.

    "Dammit... Oliver." I curse unable to unlatch him. I try to calm down as he just holds the side of my neck in his mouth his teeth just grazing the surface. "Oliver, you need to let go." One hand leaves his side rubbing his back soothingly. "I'm a wolf love we don't taste good." I try to joke as his tense shoulders drop slightly. His fingers like a death grip on the back of my shirt.

    Holding him for a second I slowly walk back towards the room His teeth against my neck as we enter the room. Stepping inside his teeth finally pierce causing me to stagger for a second.

    "Shit." I curse leaned against the doors frame. A soft noise surprise's me, pulling from Olivers now bloodstained lips. "Shoosh its okay... slow darling... its okay."

    After a few seconds Oliver pulls back his lips-stained breathing heavily. I slide down a bit feeling dizzy lifting my hand to my forehead I let a sigh leave my lips. Oliver blinks for a second before snapping out of whatever hypnotic spell he had been under and immediately helps me to my feet and towards the bed.

    'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!'

    "It's— It's okay..." I slur laying back as Oliver runs out of the room, returning with a first aid kit I recognized came from behind the counter downstairs. He sits me back up, quickly cleaning and bandaging the bite mark before tugging at my bloodstained shirt. Sluggishly he lifts my arms one after the other pulling it over my head.

    'I'm so sorry Mac. I didn't want to hurt you.'

    "It's okay...accidents happen." I grumble groggily as he lays me back down pulling a blanket over my shoulders. "Oliver."

    Oliver's head snapped up looking at me with eyes full of regret.

    "I'm okay." I mumble as the world fades to black.