Sometimes fate just hates you { Silas }

[Shasta (Greenglare)]

It was dusk and it was rather unexpected to see the demon coming back to this part of Boston, it was part of her new job delivering gifts and Shas was finding it rather annoying as she tended to get lost in this place.

To make it worse she has a bad limp, something she had gotten after attempting to steal a freshly baked pie from a window. It had seemed to easy and perfect to turn into a cat and just run off with it, ironically the old lady who lived there started to beat her with a purse and the lady's pet dog had grabbed her from the left leg and basically torn it slightly open.

It was something that would heal over time but it was annoying as it continued to send small shocks of pain whenever Shas tried to walk with it. Naturally this also ended up sparking a rather sour mood as of late, freaking streaks of bad luck kept on coming her way for some reason. She had gotten worser injuries than this one so it wasn't much of a thing in her mind. Hey you would think the same if you had lost part of your ear some time ago.

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After a few minutes she had eventually found the dammed apartment and dropped off the giant fucking teddy bear with a giant letter that said ' to my favorite nephew love Mike ' God humans where so freaking weird, they remained so tied up in family bonds that Shas would never understand. Living for centuries usually broke ties with friends and relatives if they weren't like you, Shas was pretty sure her mother was probably in a grave by now.

Well after that delivery her shift was over and that usually meant lingering around the surrounding area until she felt tired.

It was a while before Shas had arrived in what appeared to be a park, the lights where a dimmed yellow and the surrounding chatter of people coming out of clubs and bars could be heard all the way over here. Humans where so strange especially those who sulked In fucking bars all the time.

At the moment she didn't smell any wolves around so she guessed they must have been somewhere on the other side of Boston or in some other place that Shas could care less about.

" They better stay away those flea bitten mutts "

She spoke with a raspy tone in a whisper that only she could hear, naturally for her kind anything bigger than them was a threat. They where prey when they where weak and yet to unlock their full potential. However despite this fact they could still pack a punch...and Shas was one of those that didn't mind getting trashed if she had to.

With a long sigh she eventually decided to fall over a bench and just lay sprawled there, after all there was nothing better to do at the moment besides relax a bit.

Nothing bad could happen now right?.

( Yaaayyy Shitty Starter 8P )

[Zephyr]

Once more, Silas finds himself walking home from work. It isn’t as cold tonight, but Silas is still wearing his coat, letting his briefcase dangle lightly from curled fingers as he moves swiftly through the darkness. The wolf loves this, the dark. It thrives in the night in all its glory. Silas, on the other hand, isn’t quite such a fan of the dark. It probably stems from something a long time ago that he chooses not to acknowledge, but regardless, liking the dark is just one of the allowances he’s had to make for the wolf.

Part of the trip home is cutting through a park. Usually he gets home so late that he doesn’t have to worry about running into anyone for the entire trip. He isn’t expecting anything different and even slows down a bit, content in the fact that no one is going to be around at this time of night. He rifles through his pocket for a second, looking for his cell phone so he can check the time when he fucking trips over something – there has to be something there, Silas is graceful enough that he wouldn’t just trip over his own feet, okay – and lands on his face on the pavement.

After a bit of undignified flailing, Silas sits up and glares at nothing, tasting blood. He comes away with it on his hand when he swipes it over his nose and sighs heavily, turning his attention on looking for his phone instead. Luckily, being a werewolf lets him more easily see in the dark and he finds it before too long, and making sure it works, he brushes off his slacks, grabs his briefcase, and makes sure no one else saw that undignified tumble before he starts off again.

A scent on the air stops him dead. That scent is familiar, and Silas’ lips prickle in a silent snarl. His eyes hone in on the source of the scent, a bench too far away. He knows it’s a stupid goddamn thing to do, but curiosity gets the better of him and he pads warily over to the bench, regarding it with wary eyes…like it could jump up and attack him at any second.

He stops, stares, and blinks for a few seconds when he sees the girl stretched out along the bench. It’s the cat girl from the alley. His first instinct is to turn and run as fast as he can in the opposite direction. Instead, and he has no fucking idea why he does this, but he pokes at her lightly with his bag, like she’s going to jump at him like a rabid monkey.

“Hey.” He starts, uncertain, his voice lost in the dark. “Hey…wake up. Why are you sleeping on a bench?” He doesn’t actually give a shit beyond the wolf’s endless sense of curiosity, and despite what she might believe, Silas doesn’t harbor a secret inherent hatred for cats, or even blame her for the wound on his hand that is now healed over.

He just thinks she’s really goddamn weird.

[Shasta (Greenglare)]

Well the night wasn't too bad at least it wasn't to cold, not that it mattered in any way she was completely capable of ignoring the cold anyways.

Without any further fighting sleep began to drift into the demon's mind, slowly but steadily she started to blink a few times before completely falling asleep or at least partially fell asleep. A bench in a park wasn't exactly the best part to sleep but hey when you traveled around for almost a century you got used to it.

Well everything would have been perfect for Shas...but as of late with the streaks of bad luck she should have known better.

By now Shas was too far into sleep that she wasn't aware of the all to familiar wolf, in fact she didn't even feel the slight taps of the briefcase.

“Hey.”

Odd mumbling noises had started to come out of her mouth, not yet truly realizing the situation. She begins to shudder a bit before yawning and lazily begin open her eyes.

Everything is a blur and her senses are just as foggy, at first her mind begins to think that it's probably some night guard who's about to kick her out of the place.

“Hey…wake up. Why are you sleeping on a bench?”

" Eh...uhh... Sorry Sir I kind of just drifted to sleep ya know..."

She stretches her back before shaking her head a bit, god why can't people just let her freaking sleep for onc-

And then it hits her nose, now partially aware it's extremely familiar. Her memory of it is vague but it's recognizable, and instinctively her mind told her to get her ass off the bench and run like hell.

Sadly that wasn't really possible, running would be quite a painful and straining task due to her current predicament... damn that lady and her dog.

Shas narrows her eyes at the figure before stiffening a bit, a kind of defensive stance in her own mind. A low hiss developing in her throat as she spoke.

" You... "

She paused for a moment still trying to jam all the information after waking up. All that ran through her head was 'Shit he's here to kill me' or 'Shit he found me what am I going to do now SHIT'

" What Can't I just get a decent nights sleep...and for the most part why do you give a shit in the first place "

[Zephyr]

The wolf is unimpressed by the cat’s excuses. He stands over her, waiting for her to rouse into full consciousness. For a moment, she doesn’t seem to recognize him and Silas sees this as his cue to just up and leave. Why should he even stick around her other than the curiosity that the animal imparts upon him now? There is no other reason, but the wolf keeps him where he is, watching as she doesn’t seem to recognize him at first.

Her expression when she finally seems to realize is kind of hilarious, but Silas keeps himself from smirking at her…which is really kind of easy because Silas doesn’t find a lot of things funny in the first place. He quirks an eyebrow at her when she finally speaks, the hiss dismissed as unimportant. “Yes…me.” He says flatly in a tone that is more suited for an inept kitten.

Her question catches him off guard through. Why did he care? Truthfully, he doesn’t give a shit about her, he’s just curious as to why she’s sleeping in the middle of a park in the first place. That’s really a stupid reason to wake anyone up. “I don’t.” He says truthfully, and while it might hurt some people to know what someone doesn’t give a shit about them, Silas will bet money on the fact that the cat doesn’t care if Silas likes her or not.

Actually, though, Silas doesn’t dislike her. If anything, he’s distinctly apathetic to her plight…until he catches the distinct scent of blood on the air. And fucking hell, why did that have to happen? He doesn’t fucking care about her. It shouldn’t matter if she managed to do something stupid and hurt herself or not. She doesn’t matter. And yet, now that he knows that the scent of blood is coming from her, the doctor in him will not just let her walk away unscathed.

Instead of actually following up on the comment about not caring, he nods towards her. “You’re hurt.” His eyes are emotionless and Silas manages to look almost bored as he tosses a glance at her. “Show me.” The words are a softly uttered order. If she is uncooperative, then he can just continue on his way free of guilt, because at least he tried. It’s in both of their best interests though if she actually complies.

She probably won’t know he’s a doctor by the mere sight of him, but she could probably catch the faint scent of antiseptic and drugs that seems to follow him wherever he goes.

[Shasta (Greenglare)]

Her eyes continued to be narrowed as Shas observed him closely, the last thing she needed was to get attacked by a wolf where possibly no one would even notice. In every sense of the word she was in a tight spot and she didn't like it at all.

“Yes…me.”

" So are you here to kill me or something, I've dealt with shit much terrible than you or your kind."

AKA that one Necomata that was totally bat shit cannibalistic.

She spoke in a sour and annoyed tone, the way he had said that had naturally triggered a pissed off reaction...

" Also Don't talk to me like that SIR...Practically I'm WAY older than you are. And if you keep talking to me like that I will have to bite your other hand this time."

One thing that was on the top of her annoyance list was being looked down upon or being-being treated like a fucking kid. She may look young but truth is...well for those who studied demons they should know how they worked.


“I don’t.”

She wasn't at all impressed by his response, and if he had bet money he actually would have won because Shas would have given no fucks if the question went either way. Sure it was a cold response when some people heard the fact that no one is concerned about them...Shas on the other hand has never really cared about anyone else for the past 98 years.

Well the situation couldn't get any worse but somehow it actually did, and Shas just felt like falling face first into the concrete and stay there.

“You’re hurt.”
“Show me.”

" I've had worse, I...Think it's not that bad "

Shas pouted in an equally as bland tone, she hated feeling so freaking...lame.

For a moment she continued on her spot on the bench, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes a few times. She should just show him that the injury wasn't that bad and he would leave right?.

And that weird antiseptic smell that lingered around him proved to be just as obnoxious as that of Alcohol. She guessed he must be some sort of doctor.

So with a long sigh an a few muffled sounds coming from her throat she found the guts to take off her shoe, it was neatly bandaged but it smelled weird. Of course shas would forever deny the fact that one of the dog's teeth could have become lodged in her ankle...And she would forever be too stubborn to openly ask for any form of help.

" See It's just a dog bite it's not that bad, at least it's not bleeding anymore. "

After a few seconds she paused taking in the fact that if it was something bad she could very well end up loosing her leg...oh damn the irony.

" Alright, maybe it might be smelling weird but that's normal right? "

[Zephyr]

Silas pretty much realized she was a little more than a shifter during their first meeting, even if he’d been a little too buzzed and then worried about Matthias to pay too much attention to her past the fact that her fucking teeth had been digging into his hand. Still, he didn’t really doubt that she could be older than him, even if she didn’t look like she was old enough to be out in the park by herself, much less sleeping on a bench.

So, he pretty much just lets her get whatever the fuck out she needs to get out.

His brow quirks at her almost denial to show him her injury. This isn’t that important to him. Silas isn’t so invested in the girl that he’s going to tackle her and force her to show him her wound. If she doesn’t want his help, he isn’t going to force it upon her, but the doctor in him will not let him just leave her be without at least trying.

So he’s relieved that she finally consents to showing him, and the scent that comes from the wound causes his nose to wrinkle in distaste and his wolf to rumble lightly in his throat. Fucking hell. “Sit down.” He tells her gruffly. Silas has no interest in asking her to do anything. If anyone allows their wounds to get so badly infected because they’re too fucking prideful to talk to a doctor, they’ve pretty much lost the right to have a say in their own fucking medical care.

Once she does sit down, and it really isn’t a question, because she’ll be finding it hard to stand once Silas kneels before her, resting her leg on his knee once he digs out his pocket knife and starts to cut away at the bandage on her leg. “Fuck.” Silas growls at her once the full extent of the wound is revealed to him. It isn’t pretty at all. He looks up at her sternly. It doesn’t matter how old she is. She looks like a child, and she is definitely acting like a spoiled brat, Silas cannot keep the stern note out of his voice. “This is really fucking bad. I’m surprised you aren’t sick yet. The infection looks like it’s pretty deep in your leg. This is going to have to be treated and you’ll probably need antibiotics and a hospital stay to make sure you’re going to be okay.”

It doesn’t matter what she is, because if she can’t heal fast enough to keep a simple infection at bay, there’s no way she’s going to be able to fight the fever once it hits her. Silas fixes her with a pointed look. “You could die if you don’t let someone take care of this, even if you don’t want me to.” Which is completely understandable since she doesn’t seem to like him much, and Silas isn’t thrilled about her either, but his job comes above everything else.

Even annoying cat girls who like to chew on his hand and almost get him shot.

[Shasta (Greenglare)]

Shas just wanted to get it over with, most likely it would be something that could be treated quick and without much question. She was pretty sure going to some hospital would be pretty bad...

She didn't have an Id, a birth certificate or any of those things. Obviously walking into a place where they asked for those things was a very bad idea.

That was one of the only things her kin had a disadvantage on, obviously no one could know how old you are and she would have to start hiding her own age with illusions if she wished to stay here for a while.

“Sit down.”

His voice was gruff, as he rested her injured leg on his knee and started to cut off the bandage. Okay maybe she was acting like a bratty kid at the moment but it was due to the constant annoyance of the wound. Shas tended to be a lot more mellowed out in her normal health and state. But right now she was as irritable as possible, especially to this wolf doctor guy who treated her as if she was freaking ten years old.

Well...besides that she just wanted to hear the news that it was a normal dog bite would that would heal over in it's given time.

“Fuck.”
“This is really fucking bad. I’m surprised you aren’t sick yet. The infection looks like it’s pretty deep in your leg. This is going to have to be treated and you’ll probably need antibiotics and a hospital stay to make sure you’re going to be okay.”

And in just the blink of an eye the annoyed and snarky version of Shas faded, now a concerned and partially scared version remained. Fuck this can't be good in either way...fucking great now a freaking dog bite had turned bad.

Well the dog tooth that has gotten lodged somewhere in there was to blame for the infection, there would be no doubt about that.

“You could die if you don’t let someone take care of this, even if you don’t want me to.”

" Can't I just cauterize it and burn off the part that's infected? "

She had gotten a fever from an infection once, but she healed after loosing half of her ear. Maybe it would be the same if she burned the infected flesh off. But deep down she knew that wasn't an option.

For once her voice had come back to it's normal and neutral tone, if anything sense had been kicked into her head right now.

" Are you kidding me...A hospital? Do you have any idea how they'll treat something like me when they note that I don't even have a fucking Identification. "

She looked back at the wolf, eyes once filled with annoyance and stubbornness where now filled with concern and fear.

" They take 'things' like us out of their misery when we walk in there like this... "

She points at her leg while holding back a pained snarl, one thing she didn't trust more than a wolf was humans. They killed whatever they didn't understand, always driven by fear when they run into the supernatural.

But she doesn't really have a choice does she?

For once her nine lives weren't enough to save her ass.

Well all Shas could do at the moment was fall back into the bench and await for some form of response to her previous questions.

" You know...you're strange for a wolf"

" In a good-weird way."

For being an asshat doctor guy who gets heavily drunk that is.

[Zephyr]

Just what?

He meets the demon’s eyes for a moment and just stares, his eye twitching as he wonders if he can get away with verbally abusing her some more. To Silas, that had been the stupidest question ever asked. But, as he has to remind himself on a near daily basis, not everyone knows anything about medicine and he shouldn’t judge her for thinking she knows what she’s talking about at all. He moves his gaze from her face to her ankle, breathing slow and deep to quell the urge to yell at her.

Instead of yelling, he manages a relatively calm but strained, “We have no idea how far the infection’s spread. We could be taking off your entire leg if that’s the route you want to go. Plus, I don’t just carry cauterization tools around with me.” He says lightly, distracting himself with wound.

Another stupid question, and Silas is just considering leaving her here on the bench. If she can’t learn to take help from other people, then she isn’t worth the help that he’s willing to give. He looks up at her, about to tell her this in not so many words when the look in her eyes stops him cold.

She’s really fucking scared…honestly frightened about the prospect of going to a hospital. Silas sighs lightly, most of the fight seeping out of him in that one simple action. He lets her foot go gently, and stands, brushing his hands off on his slacks lightly as he does so. He doesn’t actually have anything on his hands, but it’s just a strange habit he’s gotten into lately. After, he looks her squarely in the eyes and holds her gaze evenly. “I’m a werewolf. Do you really think I don’t have provisions in place so those who aren’t exactly human can get medical treatment too?”

He isn’t sure if this will assuage her worries any, but he lifts an eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk playing along his lips for the first time in this girl’s presence. “Plus, I work there, and I’m kind of a big fucking deal. You’re safe with me. Promise.” Silas doesn’t make promises lightly, so when he does, they’re promises he fully intends on keeping…or at least die trying to keep them.

Silas blinks at her after that last bit, not exactly sure if he should be offended by her assessment of him or not. It takes him a second before he snort and smirks at her, amusement in his eyes. “Well, you’re strange for a really old crazy cat lady.” He says with a good natured smirk at her. “Let me take you to the hospital and get your damn leg fixed. And next time, stay away from the dogs. I hear they don’t like cats.” Silas says with a slightly feral grin and a laugh that indicates that it’s clearly a joke.

Time will tell if she has any sense of humor…or any Silas brand sense of humor.

[Shasta (Greenglare)]

By now most people would have gotten the fact that Shas had this natural talent for pissing people off when she was in a bad mood, she could tell that the wolf was fighting back the urge to yell at her face. She was expecting to be just left here out of annoyance...she wouldn't blame him she had been left to fend for herself countless of times before.

“We have no idea how far the infection’s spread. We could be taking off your entire leg if that’s the route you want to go. Plus, I don’t just carry cauterization tools around with me.”

She scorned at the mention that her leg could end up being chopped off, great she'd be laughing stock if she walked around as a tripod cat that can breathe fire. Shas had grown up with hearing that cauterization was the easiest way to deal with infections and such...but how long ago was that?.

“I’m a werewolf. Do you really think I don’t have provisions in place so those who aren’t exactly human can get medical treatment too?”

“Plus, I work there, and I’m kind of a big fucking deal. You’re safe with me. Promise.”

Well that explained the lingering smell of antiseptic lingering around him, actually she found it ironic on how humans had supernaturals walking among them...having quite impressive roles.

" ...Hrmmm...alright..."

She didn't really have a choice with the current situation, besides his tone implied that he was saying the truth...but she still had her doubts.

" But If I see or hear anything about dissecting cats I'm running the hell out of there... "

She said the last sentence bluntly, she wouldn't end up as a stuffed science trophy on someone's desk okay?

“Well, you’re strange for a really old crazy cat lady.”

She raised a brow at his response, it was half true. She looked in his direction thinking about a witty reply to the semi offensive statement.

" Actually I'm a Bakeneko and I'm 99 years old which isn't much at all for my kin, according to my calculations I can be compared to around 24-25 human years "

A Semi Cheshire like grin spread across her lips as she made her point clear, it was kind of ironic how in Japan her kin was greatly feared by the fact that they harassed people in their sleep or even ate them...in her mind she found that rather disgusting.


“Let me take you to the hospital and get your damn leg fixed. And next time, stay away from the dogs. I hear they don’t like cats.”

His laughter and the indicated joke made her blink for a few minutes, feeling a bit awkward about the statement.

" Sure Doc, I'll make myself a note to not steal pies from old ladies with fucking pit bulls. "


Her voice held a tone of sarcasm as she stood up from the bench, doing her best to block out the annoying shooting pain in her leg. She had done it for the past few days, it was nothing she couldn't deal with again.

" Do ya have a name you go by or something? I don't think calling you 'wolf' would be appropriate "

[Zephyr]

He probably wouldn’t admit it to himself or anyone else, but Silas is pleased when she finally agrees to going to the hospital. He wouldn’t have had a problem just leaving her if she’d refused again, but he’s glad that she finally got her head out of her ass long enough to see that once in a while you actually have to accept help from other people. It’s a lesson that Silas has also had to learn the hard way. The doctor rolls his eyes at her comment, about to say something when she pipes up about her species.

Silas’ eyebrows lift in genuine surprise. He knew she wasn’t a shifter, but he didn’t think that she’d be a demon of all things. Hearing that someone is a demon should elicit some kind of reaction out of a normal person, but Silas takes it in stride. “So I can still call you ‘kid’, right?” He teases her with a gruff voice. He’s honestly never had much experience with demons and makes a mental note to ask Matthias about Bakenekos later.

He furrowed his brow at her for a second. “You didn’t smell the dog?” He resists the urge to ask her how long she’s been doing this if she could get caught unawares by a dog, of all things. Dogs are worse than wolves in their clumsiness and cats are ten times more graceful than any werewolf. He takes a deep breath, rolls his shoulders to let the tension out before shrugging. “Doesn’t matter. C’mon. Lucky for you we aren’t too far away.”

The doctor takes the lead, glances over and thinks about just carrying her to the hospital, but he knows how much pride she’s sacrificing just by agreeing to go to the hospital in the first place. So, instead, he lets her walk, no matter how much it goes against his doctorly instincts to see her walking in so much pain. He’ll just fucking make her sit the hell down when they get inside.

Silas blinks at her when she speaks. Snorting lightly. “I’m Silas.” He licks his lips; thinks of leaving it at that because he really doesn’t care what her name is…but he acknowledges the fact that he’s trying to be a relatively nice guy here and you catch more bees with honey than vinegar and all that shit, “Who’re you? I can’t call you kitty. Already use that nickname for someone. Sorry if this disappoints you.”

[Shasta (Greenglare)]

((OOC:: Just fixed a few spelling errors lol no real changes)

She didn't liked to be helped, mostly because she saw it as a weakness. In every way she knew it was foolish and dangerous, but with no one to constantly tell her to stop her ugly habits...well she would never stop.

However what the doctor says next spikes a bit of annoyance in the back of the demon's skull.

“So I can still call you ‘kid’, right?”

She narrows her eyes as she scowls in his direction, she gives him a 'stop pushing your luck' look too.

"Sure you can Doc...If you want me to bite your hand again that is."

Obviously that meant no with a hint of sarcasm that the wolf should be familiar with, she wondered if she had left some damage on his hand since that. Actually she felt a bit guilty of crunching on the hand of a drunk guy, he seemed like a good guy despite being a wolf.

This left her confused, everything she had ever read and heard about werewolves was being proven wrong by him. If anything she was now wondering if they where no different from her own kin, some of them where man eating monsters while others just tried to fit in and go unnoticed for what they really where.

“You didn’t smell the dog?”

"I hadn't eaten in days so don't question my actions okay"

When she was starving she didn't care about the odds, all that ever went through her mind was find food and fight back.

“Doesn’t matter. C’mon. Lucky for you we aren’t too far away.”

"Lucky me..."

She said sarcastically, there was no fun in her mind as she thought about being injected and stitched up. But if it would take the pain in her leg away then she'd be willing to do it, walking was such a straining task that Shas wasn't sure how much more she could take.

“I’m Silas.”
“Who’re you? I can’t call you kitty. Already use that nickname for someone. Sorry if this disappoints you.”

"Greetings Silas, my name's Shasta but I'm called Shas, that's about all I can tell you"

She gave him an odd look as she laughed a bit at his statement, despite the stabbing pain in her leg she still had the guts to mess around with people. It was one of those traits that only came out when she didn't feel threatened.

"Strange...didn't mind calling me that when you where drunk as hell, and I swear you had an accent too...also your pickup lines where shitty too."

She spoke the last few words with a teasing expression on her face, wondering if he even remembered anything in the first place.