Realistic or Modern Odd Unions

[Malhyanth]

Work had been hard, had been tough, but Camila, turning up each day, had made it worth it. The place was nearly there, in barely any time at all, and it was amazing to see. They could walk around upstairs without fear of falling up to the thigh through the floor, or of large spiders! New carpets had been ordered, and new wallpaper, painting had been done, and all the decking was now revarnished, relaid, and revitalised! The outside walls had been rerendered, pointed, and the roofing had been retiled. Everything was looking set for a move in date a week or so from that day. Maxim couldn't be prouder of his boys. And of course, Camila.

Today had been a half day at the house, but Clay had insisted on them staying behind, whilst the others headed off, in Wolf forms, to their hunting grounds. Being the Full Moon, their Wolves were pressing closer to the surface, barely contained, wanting to run wild. But Clay was pushing him, and making him stay true to the promise he'd made. With water now on in the house, and the bathroom scrubbed clean, the boiler maintained and serviced and working, Maxim was the first to take a shower within the new home. Clay had snuck a suit into the truck, and fetched it once the others had left. It was white, after speaking with Camila about what she was wearing, with a charcoal shirt, no tie, a wolf belt buckle, and wolf cufflinks. Whilst Maxim was showering away happily, Clay set out the outfit, and planned his attack on Maxim's hair and face.

As predicted, when Maxim escaped the steaming bathroom, just a towel about his hips, he was forced into a chair that had been sat within the empty space of the upstairs lounge, and Clay set about his task. Threatened with a shave, Maxim scrabbled to escape, declaring a no-go. Trying to do anything with his hair was also a trial that he gave up, leaving it to its silky smooth waves and flicks. Maxim grinned, his smile sharp, thinking he'd avoided the worst of Clay's ministrations, until he was straddled and tweezers taken to his eyebrows once again, resulting in yelps and shrieks as he was primped to within an inch of his life. Once satisfied, Maxim was allowed to change. The suit was comfortable, but snug in the right places.

"White, Clay? I look like some sorta pimp!!" He stood before his Packmate, whom just looked over his Alpha a few times, pursing his lips in appreciation. He stepped forward, pulling the thin titanium chain that Maxim wore around his neck, settling it onto his chest, revealed. On it, an amber piece sat, with a small clump of wolf hair within. It matched with his eyes, and showed his ancestry. Stepping back, growling a little at the comfortable, pointed toe boots he'd slipped into, to herald back to his true self, scuffed, dirtied, and sturdy. Maxim shrugged with that same sharp grin. "Will I do?" Clay grinned, and nodded, handing across his wallet and watch, the large phone last.

"Don't stay out too late. I'll make excuses for you, but you know they'll expect to see you at the hunt. Keane has guessed, I think, you've agreed to something Human. You know the others won't care, but Keane makes them fear Humans." Maxim's frown was deep as he pocketed his items, and he nodded, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm tryin' to help him through it, y'know?" Clay smiled and patted the big guy's shoulder. They smirked at each other, before Maxim looked at his watch, and hurried out. "Remind me I owe you, Clay." He hollered, as he trotted down the stairs. Clay just chuckled and nodded, clearing around the lounge area, making sure Maxim's clothes were stored away safe, and all the extra little bits from getting ready were disposed of, or stored away, out of sight.

In his truck, Maxim noticed Clay had wiped down his seat in the cab, to ensure the white suit stayed white for his arrival. He laughed to himself, taking his sunglasses from the sun visor, and sliding them on. His thin cigars were in a titanium case on the seat, as always, and he placed them into an inside pocket. He was running late, but that was probably a good thing; he could just appear within a larger crowd, whereas if he appeared on time, or early, he was easily noticed. He'd be seen in this damn white suit anyway!! His truck swooped through the suburbs easily, but he was still over an hour late when he pulled into the car park. He checked himself in the rear view one last time, and blew out his cheeks, rubbing his stubble. He could hear a myriad groups of people, the music, the chatting; the smells of food, alcohol, perfumes, colognes. It was all a miasma of scents, sounds and it all pressed on him, even in the cab.

He slowly stepped out, glasses still in place, and began to walk towards the entrance. There were so many people, but as usual, he was so much taller, and easily towered over them. He grinned jovially at those having fun, heading towards the bar that was in the venue. He ordered a spiced rum, and sipped it, savouring the burn, and hum of spicy, vanilla sweetness. He couldn't spot Camila yet; Clay had informed him she was wearing white. He remained close to the bar, figuring most people, even the hostess of the party, would head to the bar at least a few times throughout the night!

 

[miloredboy]

Camila sighed and tapped her heel impatiently.
It seemed Maxim was taking his time.
Instead, she brought out her phone and browsed the internet, trying to pass a little time as she waited.
After a few minutes, she stuffed it back in her purse and looked back up.
Maxim was a large man. Surely he'd be easy to spot. And after speaking to Clay about what she'd be wearing, her best guess would be that he'd be matching her, even if it was slightly.
She gave up in standing there eventually, and headed over to the bar, but froze in place once she saw a huge bear of a man dressed in white sitting on a stool.
And that's when she knew it was Maxim.

She grinned, and made her way towards him, happy that he'd at least made it, even if it was late!
As she approached, she placed a hand on his shoulder, now familiar and comfortable enough with each other to do so.
"Hey, stranger." She greeted, sitting down next to him, crossing her legs in one swift movement as she smoothed down the bottom of her dress.
Once he'd recognised her, she pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek as a greeting, and sat back down again, a wide smile on her face.
"Fashionably late, I see. I was beginning to think you wouldn't show." She informed him, looking over him and noticing the small details.
Camila had an eye for detail, and she liked to take pride in it.

He was almost impeccable, and if she had to guess, she'd say that Clay most definitely had something to do with this new Maxim.
He was almost unrecognisable. Except for the fact that his glasses, stubble and physique gave it all away.
His suit matched her dress, and it had beautiful wolf details on it. She liked it. It was unique and original.
Although, she was sure she looked completely different also to how he was used to seeing her.
It was nice to see him all cleaned up; although the rugged look suited him very well.
"What do you think? It was a pain to organise. Hope you like it." She said, wanting to know what he thought about the whole thing.
Being a full moon fling, she of course had to wear white. In fact, most people were.

She was about to say something else, but just as she opened her mouth to say something, Harry bounded over and sat down next to her, obviously jealous and trying to get her attention.
"Dance with me," he said, and she gave him an annoyed look.
"You know I don't dance." She said, annoyed by his presence.
As he was about to say something else, she cut him off.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She said, turning around giving Maxim a pointed look to let him know she'd be back. It was obviously an excuse to get away from Harry.
"Again?!" Harry said, surprised.
"But that's 5 times in half an hour?" He called out after her, not getting the hint that she didn't want to be near him.

After a few minutes, Camila made sure the coast was clear and sat back down with Maxim, apologising for leaving him like that.
"I'll tell you what, you can have one on the house," she said, pushing a drink towards him with a wink.
She wanted him to enjoy himself, and she also wanted to give a little something back; even if it did start off with something as small as a drink.
"It's nice to see you here." She said, smiling politely at him.

 

[Malhyanth]

Amber eyes, hidden behind the darkness of his sunglasses, cast over the crowds, back and forth, trying to spot the little lady whom he'd come to meet. He could feel eyes on him; it wasn't hard to notice. He was very different to the people here. Many of them were hip, trendy, and it seemed, loaded, not only with money, but a sense of self importance. As the broad man continued to sip his rum, he caught the gazes of a few young women, clearly on the prowl. He shuddered a little; these humans were worse than Wolves!! They eyed him hungrily, and he honestly felt out of his depth. He turned, facing the bar, indicating he needed a refill as he downed the contents of his glass. This was going to be a short night if Camila didn't show up soon! He couldn't stand the thought of beig hawked over.

The hand to his shoulder as he paid the barman made him tense, but the scent that followed it, though hidden within perfumes of various flower types had him relax instantly, and he grinned as he turned around, lowering his sunglasses to peer at Camila as she seated herself beside him. "Well howdy." Maxim drawled, leaning back in his seat and sipping his drink, as she pulled him into an embrace and kissed his cheek. He reciprocated, but with an air of awkwardness; this wasn't really his skill, trying to be suave and sophisticated. He was more one for bear hugs and hair ruffles. All this kissing of cheeks and making a display for others to witness was not his forte. As she commented on his lateness, a slight blush crept across the bridge of his nose, and he smirked, rubbing at where Clay had attacked him with tweezers. "Suffice to say, Cam', that Clay realised he had a big job on his hands when he looked me over." He laughed, brushing down his jacket front and trying to look suave.

Whilst Camila took him in, Maxim was gazing around the party, watching people getting merry and starting to dance. He nodded, pulling his lips down in a mock frown of disapproval before he grinned and laughed, placing a large hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Girl did good!" He chuckled, starting to relax, and ignore the people around them. That was, until they started to encroach on their conversation. The man that plonked himself down next to Camila instantly caused her to tense, and Maxim felt his teeth set on edge as the man demanded of her. She made her excuses and walked off, leaving Maxim beside the dunce of a man. He sipped his straight spiced rum, the other man watching him with hard eyes.

Slowly, Maxim turned his head to acknowledge the smaller man. "Y'eyes stuck? Take a picture, it'll last longer." The man's eyes widened at the way this new comer spoke to him and stood, indignant. Maxim placed his glass down, pushing it back away from the edge of the bar as he too, stood, and towered above the man. Camila was small, so it made sense someone that acted like they had once been an item would be of a similar height. He baulked a little at the length of Maxim, and stepped back, so as not to crane his neck looking up.

"Listen here!! Camila is mine, got it?" Maxim's left eyebrow raised, as he continued to look over his sunglasses at the man. He unbuttoned his jacket, pulling it open a little, just to make it a little more free for movement. The man swallowed audibly, and people around them were watching on, a sense of excitement raising. This man tried to puff his chest and flex at Maxim. The taller just grinned, not with the same level of kindness as when he did it to Camila. Instead, it didn't reach his eyes, held a harsh tone, and he pushed his glasses up his nose as he raised a hand, and jabbed the puffed chest, causing the man to deflate at the strength pushed into such a small touch. Maxim leant forward, his deep voice low, like a growl.

"Cam' ain't no object to be claimed, chum. Wanna try it, lil'man? Try and make her your possession? Good luck. There's more fire in that lass than all these airheads. Get off, go find someone as pathetic as you are, hm?" Backing away from his ear, the sharp grin appeared again, before the man backed off, unsure of who this man was, but realising finally he may have made a poor choice of trying to stand up to him. Pocketing a hand, and settling himself back on his stool, he swirled his drink, casting a skeptical eye over all that traversed around the shindig. As Camila made her way back from her hiding spot, Maxim was decidedly alone again. He smiled, and shook his head at her apology, lifting a shoulder. "Suffice to say he won't fuss at ya no more. If he knows what's good for him." Maxim smirked, and accepted the third drink gratefully, tipping what remained of his last drink into the new one, and pushing the empty towards one of the workers.

"It's a nice little shindig. Not my sort'a party, but hey. Y'gotta spread ya wings a bit, don't ya." Taking his sunglasses off now it seemed like they weren't going to get too much more attention, he slipped them into the top pocket of his suit jacket, and stood, offering his arm to the young lady. "C'mon, show this brute where he can stuff his face with some fancy food, eh?"

 

[miloredboy]

Camila smiled, chuckling at Maxim. It was obvious this wasn't his sort of party, but she grinned, her eyes flicking over his face as she realised Clay had done a lot of work on him.
It was only when he took his sunglasses off that she made eye contact with him, and it was moments like these where she took the time to appreciate the colour of his eyes. They almost seemed to glow in the light.

She was pulled from her train of thoughts when he stood and offered his arm. She stood too, taking his offer as she wound her hand around his thick arm.
"Of course. How did I know? I'd be willing to bet my life on you being here because you wanted food as well." She said humourously, walking him over to where the tables of food were laid out.
"Just take what you want and then bring it over to the table. I'm going to go and find one." She said, unentangling her hand with his arm, and walking off to find a table.
It wasn't long before she found one, and luckily, it was right by the window.
The sun was beginning to set, but she sat patiently at the table, her eyes on Maxim as she realised he looked a bit like a kid in a candy shop who didn't know what he wanted.

She noticed the eyes on him, and there was something about him that demanded an air of attention and power.
She wasn't sure what it was, but she shrugged it off and put it down to his personality.
Camila didn't know how he'd managed to get rid of Harry, but it was obvious from what he'd told her that he had said something to him.
Her imagination could only guess as to what.
Taking a small sip of her drink, she pulled a face when it burned her throat, not big on the idea of having to drink all of that.

With a huff, she set the glass down and waited for Maxim to sit his hulking figure on the small chair.
It was strange how they'd gotten used to each other when she thought about it.
They were almost complete opposites, and yet, they got along so well.
She chuckled and smiled as he sat down, his plate full of food.
"Hungry?" She asked, her eyes skimming over his plate and then over his face.
She raised an eyebrow at the innocent look he gave her, and shook her head playfully.
When she was offered some food, she politely declined; not all that hungry.

It was safe to say that so far, the night was going well. Or at least as much as one could hope.
What she didn't know, was that it might get worse.
Ellie walked over to the table, hesitant to approach at the sight of Maxim, and spoke to Camila quickly.
The blonde whipped her head round to her friend, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted open, wondering what was happening.
"Umm, it's urgent," was all Ellie said, and Camila gave her a pointed look.
"I can't right now." She said, suggesting she was with Maxim, and she didn't want to leave him.
Ellie's eyes widened.
"You've got to do something. Right now." Ellie said through gritted teeth.

Camila sighed defeatedly, casting an apologetic glance to Maxim as she'd have to leave him for the second time tonight.
"I am so sorry. I'll be back." She said, getting up from the table quickly as they both walked away into the other room.
"What?!" Camila hissed, wondering what was so important that she'd had to be interrupted.
"Harry's drunk." Ellie said, obviously nervous.
"And you pulled me away for that? Why can't somebody else deal with that?" Camila retorted, wanting to get back to Maxim.
"You know how he gets super aggressive to everybody but you." Ellie said, suggesting that she had to deal with it.
Camila let out a frustrated breath.
"Fine." She said, her tone and voice clipped.

As they approached the bar, Ellie stood back a little. Camila sighed, watching the exchange with a dissapointed expression.
"Give me another drink." He slurred, taking a sip from another drink next to him that clearly did not belong to him.
The bartender didn't know how to respond.
She approached, apologising a few times, before dragging Harry away to near the entrance.
He stumbled, obviously not capable of handling however many drinks he'd had.
"Stop making a fool of yourself." She told him, but was surprised when he came to an abrupt stop.
She stopped with him, just before the doors to look at him with raised eyebrows.
He furrowed his.
"No, you stop." He said back, childishly.
"Stop being with that...whatever he is." He said, growing angry at how Maxim had shown him up earlier.
"Why are you with him? Am I not good enough for you?" He questioned, pointing a finger and jabbing it at her.

"Hey, slow down." She tried, but it was obvious he was the only one working himself up.
"No, you slow down! You don't even know him! He'll never be like me!" He said, pointing to himself as he tried to stand up but failed.
Camila grew annoyed at his insulting Maxim when he wasn't around, and so she stood up for him.
"No, you will never be like him." She began, her tone annoyed.
"I would never want to be with you; making an idiot if yourself wherever you go. Why are you even here? You're not invited." She said, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him.
He stared back at her with a malicious look, his jaw ticking as he raised his arm, his intentions clear.
And then; he punched her in the face, her head whipping backwards with the force he'd put into the punch.

 

[Malhyanth]

The food tables were a smorgasbord of delicacies from all over the world, and Maxim could barely contain his excitement. He nodded to Camila as she wandered off to find a table, and he grabbed one of the largest plates he could find, and started to fill it; sushi, sashimi, vol aux vonts filled with various toppings, large shelled langoustines, crab claws wrapped in a wafer thin pastry shell, spring rolls, duck shredded onto pancakes, mini sandwiches with a myriad fillings, salad cups, mini tacos, so many things he couldn't even name! The plate had a selection of everything added, a few things popped into his mouth before they ever reached his plate. Once satisfied anything he'd never tried before was upon his plate, he left it, and followed his nose to where Camila sat, waiting.

He had to admit, he felt awkward in this suit, on these tiny tables. The waistcoat was somewhat tight around his broad torso, the jacket hanging loose now, as it was quite warm with all the people drifting around. He barely realised her query, till he looked up, innocently enquiringly, and realised she was waiting for an answer. He swallowed a mouthful of some sort of savoury mini pasty, and smiled. "Not gonna lie when I say I may have forgotten to eat in my torture to get here." He chuckled, and offered her the plate, but when she declined, he tried to pay a little more attention to everything happening around them, in case she asked further questions. That was when he noticed the lass walking towards their table with purpose, and a concerned expression. He popped a rolled sushi into his mouth, almost forgetting himself and moaning with happiness at the burst of fresh fish flavour. He tried to train in his attention again, as Camila hissed at the other woman, and tried to avoid being dragged away. When the woman insisted, Maxim simple waved, indicating his plate to say he'd be fine. Camila stalked off, the woman in tow.

Others had noticed the purpose with which Camila had left, and Maxim pushed his half finished plate away from himself, picking at a few items, and training his ears in. He could hear the disturbance expanding from the bar area, a ripple of anxiety peaking his attention. That was when he saw her drag that drunk idiot to the doorway. From where he was sat, he could see the interaction, could hear snatches of the conversation, though soon he could hear it all as the man started to shout at her. He was stumbling, he was unsteady, and he was acting the hard man. Maxim raised from his seat as she started to get upset with him, but had not expected the fist to be that fast. Maxim sprinted through the crowd, the crack from her cheekbone echoing out as screams from women followed it, and men hollered. Maxim pushed people out of the way, whom shrieked, or swore at him, but saw his direction and didn't react further. Camila had stumbled back and fallen heavily, and the man had raised his foot.

He wasn't expecting the fist that connected with his own ear, and sent him flying through the door. In a flash of white, as he spied the woman that had dragged Camila into this mess crouching down to see if she was alright. Maxim tried hard to control his inner beast; all he wanted to do was release it on this man, and see him turn to a shredded mess, but he had to control himself. His hands flexed, like they held claws, his jaw twitched and worked, like his muzzle was pushing through, but he kept it back. His golden amber eyes glowed, however, as he watched the man holding the side of his head blood pouring from the canal where he'd probably perforated the eardrum with the force of the punch. "WHAT SORTA MAN ARE YOU?" Maxim hollered, shedding the pure white jacket onto the asphalt of the car park as he moved forward. The man looked up to see the giant of a man and his face swelled into a roar as he rushed him. Maxim stepped to the side as the drunk rushed him, and landed his fist into the space between his shoulder blades, watching the man fall to the ground, gasping as the air exploded from his lungs. The pointed cowboy boot connected with his ribs, twice, before the tall russet haired man flipped the gasping bastard over. Sirens sounded from a distance, and Maxim guessed someone must have called the police, and possibly an ambulance.

Maxim crouched beside Harry, and fisted the front of his shirt. Wails from the doorway to the party drew his attention a little, but the smell of blood make his heart pump with excitement. Harry coughed, and blood splattered down his chin as his eyes widened at the sight of the man holding him up. Maxim's smile was violent, and Harry pissed himself. The hand dropped the man, and Maxim stood, brushing down his trousers, his shirt, and collecting his jacket as he approached Camila on the doorstep to the party. The sirens were close, and the screech of tyres almost comforting. The jacket wrapped around Camila's shoulders, as he crouched down in front of her, his eyes concerned. "Cam', I'm sorry, I wasn't quick enough." He frowned, turning his hard eyes to the woman that put Camila in this situation. "Go get some ice in a towel from the bar." He growled at her, and she scurried off. He gently raised his fingers, and inspected Camila's swollen cheek. There was some grating beneath his fingers, and he winced a little on her behalf. "Babydoll, that don't feel good." He whispered, listening to the high heeled run headed towards him, accepting the small bundle of wrapped ice cubes. He handed them to Camila, as the flashing lights filled the car park. "Hold this against your cheek, careful." He smiled, holding her hand a moment. "I gotta speak to the officer. I roughed him up pretty bad."

He stood, squeezing her fingers, as he turned to see Harry sat, blinded by the flashing lights in the middle of the car park. He saw the ambulance first, and the two police cars that situated themselves either side of Harry. Maxim stepped forward as they exited their cars, and the paramedics rushed out to Camila. He hailed the closest officer, and advised what he'd done to the man, apologising that he'd lost his head when he'd seen the damaged caused tonthr young lady. The officer followed him to where Camila was being checked, seeing the welt and bruise already spreading quickly across her face. The other officers were hauling the drunk up, and patting him down before sitting him in a car, checking his gasping breaths weren't because of damage to his ribs.

 

[miloredboy]

The searing flash of white hot pain that spread across her jaw had her staggering backwards, unable to make any noise from the shock of what had just happened.
Although, the reaction from the crowd had her panicking slightly.
Was it bad?
She imagined the worst as she held her cheek, a hot feeling in her cheek.
She gasped, but opening her mouth hurt, and she kept it closed, groaning in pain as it all hit her, the adrenaline wearing off.
A blur of white had her looking up, and she was shocked to see Maxim; and yet grateful at the same time.
Who knows what could have happened had he not been here?

There was something...different about him. It had been like something had snapped, but then she reminded herself--who wouldn't have?
She couldn't bring herself to watch the violence unfolding before her; but then again, she'd never been good with handling these types of situations if they came around.
Some women screamed and she heard several cracks, the sound making her wince.
She couldn't speak; opening her mouth was too painful, but she wanted to scream at him to stop.
Ellie came over to her, her face wincing at the already forming bruise on her face.
"That doesn't look great." She said, and Camila stared at her, giving her a pointed look.
"You can't speak?" She asked, grimacing as she realised it was probably worse than she thought.
Camila furrowed her eyebrows as she nodded, trying not to touch the slowly forming lump.

Meanwhile, Harry had been thrown outside with the force of the punch, the double doors splintering easily as his body weight crashed through them.
He landed outside on the pavement of the car park and rolled, before staggering his way back up; one hand to his ear as he felt something warm trickle down his cheek.
His ear rang and everything sounded muffled, his balance slightly off-course as he stumbled, but looked back up at the now very pissed off Maxim and the sound of him as he screamed at him.
His face turned horrified as he saw the extremely large man seemingly shaking in place--almost like he was holding something back. And struggling to.
Harry let out a slight startled cry at the unnatural glowing amber colour of his eyes, but stood his ground as he approached; heart beating wildly like a deer fleeing as he was approached by Maxim.
Harry had picked on the wrong guy to piss off.

He was still determined as ever as the alcohol flowed through him; and charged at Maxim, almost like he'd magically beat him in a fight; but was winded when he was hit in the back, going into a paralysis like state as his spine was hit with brute force, sending him down to the ground and rendering him useless.
He gasped for breath that his lungs would not take as he was kicked in the ribs--not once but twice and was reminded of when he'd tried to kick Camila when she'd fallen down.
He heard several cracks, but none of them registered as he gasped for breath, struggling a little until it became easier.
As soon as he'd regained his breath though, it seemed he wasn't allowed a break as he was turned around and grabbed by the front of his shirt in a vice-like grip.
But he wasn't expecting what he saw next.
Harry coughed, but soon stopped as that hurt much more than he'd liked to admit; blood escaping from his mouth and down his chin.
Maxim had truly made an example out of him.

"Please," he gasped, but the turbulent look in Maxim's eyes made his eyes widen as he did not expect the violent smile that had formed on his face.
His eyes glowed violently, his smile sharp in more than one way; and Harry saw something in his eyes that almost made him pass out.
Something that was much more than he could ever handle, and he cried out, suddenly much more afraid as he snapped his eyes shut. It was only when Maxim left that he stayed on the floor, sobbing pathetically at what he'd just seen.

The jacket that was placed around her shoulders smelled overwhelmingly of Maxim, and it brought her a little bit of calm, although she wondered how the hell he'd managed to pull himself away from the fight.
As her blue eyes met his bright golden ones, she was slightly taken aback, but glad to see he was unscathed.
His concerned expression was enough to get her to frown, and she looked at him sadly.
She opened her mouth slightly, tilting her head to the side as he inspected the wound.
"It doesnth heurth--" she muttered ever so quietly, but groaned in discomfort when it caused her pain.
She meant to say it doesn't hurt, but obviously, now he could see it did.
She would have smiled at the fact that she could see Maxim was barking out orders at anybody but her, so instead, she sent him an amused look.

The flashing blue and red lights caught her attention. Camila hadn't realised the police had been called; but with the way Maxim had reacted, it shouldn't have been a surprise.
She turned the towel over, giving her cheek a rest from the freezing temperature momentarily as Maxim left to go speak to the officers.
Camila sighed through her nose.
Tonight had been a stupid idea. She shouldn't have convinced Maxim to come. Now, he'd most likely get in trouble thanks to her.
In no time at all, the paramedics had come over to her and were asking her a bunch of questions she couldn't provide the answer to.
Luckily, Ellie answered them.

Ever so slowly, they tilted her head and checked her through, but decided against taking her to hospital.
Instead, they treated her there, and she squirmed uncomfortably as they cleaned the wound.
One of the paramedics looked at Maxim.
"Nothing too serious, just some swelling and bruising. We've already checked, but there's nothing else there. The jaw was dislocated slightly, but it's been put back into place. Painkillers should be ok, but she should refrain from talking until her jaw is better." The woman said, packing up the small first aid box as she went back to the ambulance to help the others with Harry, who--to say the least-- was in a much worse way than she was.

Camila opened her mouth again, but this time, it didn't hurt as much as before.
"Sorry," she said, once the paramedics had left.
Ellie took this as her queue to leave, and with that, the crowd dispersed, knowing that everybody was okay.
She looked over at Maxim, craning her neck up to see the beast of a man.
"But thank you. I shouldn't have invited you. I got you into trouble." She said with an apologetic smile, her eyes wide with innocence.
"I hope they let you off. What did you do to Harry?" She asked, slowly, careful not to hurt herself too much. She knew it had been rough if someone had called an ambulance.
But, then again, it was bound to be disastrous. This whole night had turned into a catastrophe.
She regretted coming here.

Maxim stood there, his imposing figure warding people off from approaching unless they had to.
Harry watched from the ambulance, traumatised by the large man in white.
Camila looked back down and closed her eyes for a moment, the sudden sharp pain coming back with a vengeance and she tensed, her cheek throbbing with pain as she held the ice back up to it, hoping to relieve some of the thudding pain.
She hadn't expected a punch like that. Not ever.
It was strange to think how if she hadn't met Maxim, she'd be in a much worse condition.
Really; she didn't have the luxury to complain when Harry had had it worse than her.
She pushed herself up from the ground, using Maxim as support as her head reeled and complained at the sudden change of balance.

She groaned, hating the feeling of vertigo as the room spun.
Suddenly feeling sick, she clutched onto Maxim tighter unknowingly, crumpling his suit under her tight grip, a little bit of blood staining the pure white material as she closed her eyes again.
"Oh crap," she muttered, suddenly letting it go when the vertigo stopped and she managed to open her eyes.
"I've ruined your suit. I'm so sorry." She said, wincing as she realised it would never come out.
How he'd managed to still be so clean after a fight like that blew her mind, but it was like it had been so effortless.
Behind them, the sky darkened and the moon was beginning to peak out; it would only be a matter of minutes before the full moon came out in all its glory.

Her legs shook a little, and she was finding it difficult to stand, her hand gripped around Maxim's thick arm for balance.
"Sorry," she apologised for what seemed to be the millionth time. In her mind he was probably finding it annoying how she was gripping onto him, but if she tried to stand on her own, she was certain that wouldn't go well.
"I'll let go some time I promise. I'm not usually this clingy." She said, attempting a little bit of humour to show she was fine.

 

[Malhyanth]

Maxim could tell she was a lot more shaken and in pain than she was trying to let on; the paramedics worked their trade, however, and managed to reduce the swelling and the pain as they relocated her jaw, and gave her some pain relief and anti-inflammatory. He smiled, relieved, as the paramedic turned to he and the officer he stood by and explained the situation, and that she didn't need the hospital. More than could be said for Harry, at any rate!!! The office turned to Maxim, advised him they wouldn't press charges themselves, as it had clearly been an act of defence for the young lady, but he was to go to the station in the morning and give a full report of the lead up to the event. Maxim nodded, and shook the officer's hand, before turning and crouching beside Camila as she sat, looking very sorrowful.

Maxim waved off her apologies, and smiled, rubbing her arm beneath his jacket. "Don't worry Babydoll!" He chirped, sitting more comfortably next to her as he let her adjust to her new situation. Getting swellings like that around the face was so disorientating! "I gotta go in tomorrow, tell 'em what he did, what I did... and don't worry your little pretty head over that, none, alright. He ain't that injured." In his head, Maxim added that it was no more than he deserved at any rate. Standing again as the paramedics drove Harry away, and protectively standing over Camila as people loitered to try and see the hostess' face after the incident, Maxim glared and growled a little, these fancy well-to-dos got the message and scattered. That girl that had lead Camila into this situation hovered in the doorway, fear painted across her delicate features. Maxim sneered at her, and his hard golden stare made her baulk, and head off into the crowd, to avoid his eyes.

Camila standing caught him off guard, and he rushed to assist as she stumbled. "Slowly, girl!! Y'just nearly had your block knocked off! Don't go rushin' about standin' up and stuff! Y'll be sick!" As she gripped his jacket front tightly, Maxim wrapped concerned arms around her shoulders, supporting her as she swayed, and whimpered. As she came around, her small curse made Maxim look down and laugh. "Don't worry about that, I got ways and means to sort that out." Blood wasn't exactly something he'd not dealt with before! And definitely wasn't something new when it came to clothing! He didn't say that, though, not wanting Camila to think of him as some sort of aggressive brute. As she started to regain her balance, Maxim only held her gently by the arm, ready to catch her if her legs gave out. She was not steady, and it was possible there was a concussion building.

As she murmured she'd let go momentarily, Maxim took the plunge; he bent his knees, scooped one arm behind her knees, the other supporting her back, and he lifted her like she was nothing more than a cloth doll, and he pulled her close to his chest. "No more partyin' for you. That lass that got you smacked can take over. I'm takin' you home and makin' sure you get some rest." He walked towards his truck, seeing her car but knowing there was very little chance of him bending his frame into that miniature thing! "Allioop!" He grumbled as he unlocked the door to his truck and carefully laid her into the passenger seat, closing the door, and walking round to the drivers side. Settling himself in, he removed the white, slightly stained jacket, and undid the buttons down his front.

"Address, m'lady?" He chuckled, and started the trucks loud engine, awaiting directions on where to take her.

 

[miloredboy]

Camila was just about to let go when Maxim caught her entirely by surprise; making her squeal a little.
She gawked at how easily he had picked her up with almost no effort at all and wondered what height his strengths could reach.
As she was held against him, she blushed as people looked on, some of them with smiles on their faces.
Although it looked like the majority of people were too nervous to look over.
As she was pressed flush against his chest, it was easy to tell he was very muscular.
She cleared her thoughts and watched as he walked towards her car, but she suddenly perked up, moving away from his chest a little as he walked in a different direction.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her curiosity peaking as she watched him walk into a different section of the car park.
When she saw his Jeep though, she understood.
He carefully placed her in her seat and she sighed, adjusting her position so she was more comfortable, adjusting her seatbelt as she did so.
She was grateful for Maxim for getting her out of there so quick, and the fact that he was chasing people away from staring at her didn't go unnoticed either.
She closed her eyes and placed a hand on her cheek, sighing as she thought about what a mess tonight had been.

It was supposed to have been an innocent, fun night, where she could finally spend some time with Maxim without it being because of the house.
But then this whole drama had to happen...
It's a shame, Harry wasn't invited anyway. He always found a way to ruin her days.
She sighed and opened her eyes, by which time, Maxim was in the cabin and had already started the engine.
"25th Melgrove Road. 3 miles from your house." She said with a smile as she wrapped her arms tighter around herself, regretting wearing just a dress tonight. It was cold, and certainly getting colder.

"Thanks, Max." She said, finally using the nickname she'd asked him about so long ago.
"What a disaster. Sorry for dragging you into all this." She said, her cheek tingling as her painkillers faded ever so slightly.
She leaned her head against the window as he pulled away from the car park.
As he took her home, she debated on whether she should go see the house opening. Not looking like this...
But everybody was expecting her.
She shrugged and thought, trying to make up her mind.
"You've done so much for me tonight. I appreciate it." She said as she gave his free hand a squeeze, but then let it go again.
She stared out the window at the dark road, the headlights illuminating only a certain distance.
It was eerie in a way. She didn't like the dark too much.

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Meanwhile, wolves gathered around a forest opening, making sure to stay away from the property in order to avoid being seen, waiting for their Alpha as some fought playfully.
There were wolves of all ages; young ones ranging to older ones with greying fur.
One in particular--Magnus, sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring as he huffed, his large chest extruding slightly.
He stood on two legs, his grey fur glistening dully in the moonlight.
Magnus was a difficult character to say the least. He was beyond stubborn, and stuck in the old ways.
He disposed humans. Just at the thought of them had him holding back a growl.
His yellow eyes shone in the moonlight, and he pinned his ears back, pulling his lips back slightly, revealing his teeth.
Disgusting.

Word had gotten round to him that their Alpha was becoming a bit too friendly with a human. In Magnus' opinion, Keane should have been Alpha. That boy had it right when it came to beliefs. It was what had kept them alive for so long.
He would have to approach his Alpha about it, and if he disagreed, he'd simply take the issue to Keane.
It was unlikely for Maxim to run a little late, and Magnus wondered where he was.
Everybody was in wolf form and just passing the time together as they waited for their Alpha. He had to lead the hunt, after all.