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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING She had never felt this much pain in her entire life. Her breathing was shallow because she had a few bruised and broken ribs, her eyesight was almost completely shot, her wrists felt like they had been popped out of place a few times over, and her left ankle was broken pretty badly. She limped along the back roads of the outside of Manuka to go home where she would find Sawyer so he could take her to the hospital. She was too far from the hospital and too far from her dad’s house or the police station to go there, so the only other option she could think of was home. She hoped and prayed that Chandler and the others got home safely. She had been grateful for Chandler while he was there, but after his brutal beating from the Radicals, she had to send him off. He didn’t do any good when he was badly beaten and Kinsley was skilled and had trained for fights like these all her life. The battle was long and well-fought and she had barely gotten out with her life, but when it was all said and done, she had come out on top, the only one left alive other than the almost-victims who had run away or gotten knocked out. Kinsley couldn’t help them though; she could barely carry herself out of there. Her limp was bad and very noticeable to the naked eye. Kinsley didn’t try to hide her pain though. She just tried to keep her mind on anything but the torturous feelings her body was going through. She tried to think about her dog first. He was such a good dog. She bet when he saw her like this he would freak out… Damn it, don’t think about it. Think about flowers, maybe a rainbow? Leprechauns were nice to think about. Nothing seemed to help. Every time she breathed she felt a shark pain in her side like a knife was puncturing her lung. Clutching onto an old rusted railing that followed along the sidewalk, she stopped to catch her breath. She took short breaths as she leaned over and when she stood finally, the sharp pain was so intense that she felt slightly dizzy. She commanded herself to keep going. If she didn’t she would be left for dead on the side of the road and she wouldn’t go out that easy. She sure as hell wouldn’t be killed by a bunch of hunters like her, if they even were hunters. Whatever they were, Kinsley refused to be killed by them. She was just stubborn enough to get her way, too, for she walked at least two miles before finally reaching her porch outside the city. She saw Bruno on the couch looking out the window half asleep and when he noticed her, he started barking frantically. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or from worry, but she couldn’t think of anything really. Kinsley looked at the stairs in complete and utter horror. She’d be dead by the time she got up those suckers. But she had to try. Kinsley gripped onto her small metal railing and hoisted herself up one by one, each step more agonizing. “Sawyer,” she said in a half whisper. She reached out with a bloodied hand to the doorknob and suddenly the rush of going up the stairs hit her like an ice cream truck. She saw little black dots in front of her eyes, then everything went black. She crashed onto the porch just inches away from the door, completely gone. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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[SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS]

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It was supposed to have been a quiet and likely uneventful evening at the library, partly for entertainment and partly for other reasons of a more serious nature. It had been a almost a month since Sawyer had been released from the hospital and took up residence with Kinsley, an arrangement that had been working out wonderfully so far. Both of them were very similar in that they liked to keep things neat and organized so there was no worry about any arguments over picking things up or tidying up really. It actually hadn't taken very long to settle into a comfortable routine, him doing his share of the cleaning and now that he had a job -and was looking for a second one- his share of the bills. She gave him his space and he gave her hers but they also got along well enough that it wasn't uncommon for them to actually spend an evening watching movies or reruns of old school tv shows. All in all the whole situation was working out quite a bit better than he had feared it might seeing as he honestly was barely more than a stranger still when she'd invited him to stay with her until he found a place of his own.

Granted there were those few awkward moments. Ones bound to happen when you had two people of the opposite sex living together in the same house for reasons other than romantic ones. Like the time when he'd been coming down the hall right as she had stepped out of the bathroom in only her towel and they'd pretty much collided smack dab into each other. Add the fact he'd been shirtless to it and well, let's just say both their faces had been pretty red before they had untangled themselves. Simply friends or not the man would have had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous she was and not only that but she had the biggest heart you could imagine. How many other people would have done what she had for him so far after all? Saved him in the first place by getting him to the hospital, continued to visit him despite knowing nothing about him or who he really was and then offered him a place to live until he got back on his feet. As far as Sawyer was concerned she was an angel and he was more grateful than he knew how to even express.

He did try to in any little way he could though, simple things like cleaning up the kitchen, doing laundry or even just cooking breakfast for her in the morning. The first couple of weeks after he'd gotten out of the hospital he'd felt fairy useless still, not yet having a job and still hobbling around a bit thanks to his ankle. So doing those little sorts of things made him at least feel like he was contributing something to this whole arrangement. Once he started working that feeling of being a bit of a burden lessened a bit though he would be happier once he was making a little more money. For now though the part time job at the animal shelter gave him enough to cover his share of the rent and groceries. Turns out not knowing who you were sort of put a damper on actually getting a job seeing as most places wouldn't hire someone without a work history let alone a history period. He'd been lucky stumbling into the part time one he had now as it was. He'd been simply inquiring about volunteering there in the hopes of getting at least something to add to a resume or someone who could put in a good word for him as a reference. On his second day there, Falkner Sorel, the man who ran the place, had noticed Sawyer's knack for numbers after he'd helped him solve some errors in the accounting book and promptly offered him a job as the official account/kennel keeper, aka, a glorified poop scooper who got paid instead of doing it for free now. That last part had been added with a good natured smile on Falkner's part and Sawyer had obviously accepted the offer.

It wasn't much obviously and he was still looking for a second job in the hopes of getting more saved up for a car and his own place so he didn't end up bumming off of Kinsley's generosity for longer than was necessary. He'd just got done at the shelter for the day and come home to find Kinsley out and about somewhere which wasn't unusual. He knew she worked with her dad quite a bit, police business he assumed but that was all she'd mentioned and he wasn't the sort to pry. Getting a quick shower he'd decided to head over to the library instead of spending the evening in front of the television. Thankfully her house wasn't far from the main parts of the city and walking wasn't a problem now that his ankle was fully healed. He'd spent a good deal of time reading while he was in the hospital and after just getting out and therefore the building he had decide to visit was a familiar one by this point. There was maybe a part of him that hoped he'd read or see something in one of the books surrounding him that might trigger some sort of memory or sense of deja vu, anything really. There was also another reason behind his trip tonight though. Having been put in charge going through the shelter's financial records -which really weren't extensive but a bit of a mess- he'd read a few things that not only puzzled him but piqued his curiosity.

Mentions of 'creatures' and 'shifters' and a few other things that had him suddenly wanting to know more and it seemed that the library might be the best place to start searching. Granted it could simply be the ramblings of a slightly crazy man but he didn't peg Falkner as the crazy in a senile sort of way at least. Still it had caught his interest and seeing as he hadn't wanted to sound too nosy and ruin this one job he had managed to find, decided that doing some research of his own accord was warranted. Plus it'd give him something to do on nights like this. He'd barely gotten settled at one of the tables though when his nice, quiet evening had been interrupted by the electricity going out without warning followed by what he would have pegged as some sort of hold up if they hadn't been in a public library. Whoever the perpetrators were, however, were here for a different sort of purpose altogether, attacking the few other people there with him without warning or provocation. A young woman near the center of the place had been targeted first and he'd automatically stood to help her which had unwittingly made him the next target. From that point on everything was something of a blur as he could recall someone coming at him with a knife and him reacting to it without thought, his hands moving almost like they belonged to someone else and he was watching it happen in front of him.

He'd disarmed the figure in less than three seconds flat, how he wasn't even sure, but in that moment defending himself was the foremost thought in his mind. His attacker had responded by using his feet and fists, landing a hit or two but that was it before Sawyer had found himself reacting again and with a quick one, two, three of his hands and elbows had the man on the ground out cold. For a moment he'd just stood there in shock, not sure what had even just happened or why he wasn't dead right then. He had enough of his wits about him though to realize he wasn't being watched just then though and took his chance, moving quickly and quietly towards a back exit. Still not sure he was home free he'd ran a good two block before stopping at a payphone and calling the police, hoping to God the other people in there were ok. A part of him almost felt guilty for leaving them there but he was well aware there was little he could have done by staying there either. From there he didn't stop until he reached Kinsley's house, unlocking the door with shaking hands before slamming it shut behind him, his breathing fast and hard. Kinsley's adorable dog Bruno came trotting over, looking up at Sawyer curiously. "Hey buddy," His voice wasn't quite steady as he continued trying to gather himself together, head pounding all of a sudden.

What in the hell had just happened? It was all still something of a jumbled mess in his adrenaline filled mind at the moment. Almost confusing him more than who or what had started that whole attack in the first place was how he'd done what he had back there. He felt akin to Jason Bourne in the movie, The Bourne Identity, another man with no memory of himself who'd been woken up on a park bench by two cops only to spring up and take them both down without even thinking. Then the following horror of holy shit how and why did I just do that? It was freaking him out just slightly but before he could let himself think too hard into it he felt something warm trickling down his arm towards his wrist and saw a nice long gash across the skin. Moving across the room towards the bathroom he grabbed a Kleenex on the way to stop the blood from dripping anywhere before stepping into his bathroom to clean it up. A quick glance in the mirror showed a couple more signs of the previous struggle in the form of a small cut on his cheek and a slowly darkening bruise along his jawline. How in the heck was he going to explain this to Kinsley...

The sound of Bruno suddenly barking like crazy erupted from the living room and a stab of fear ran through him, thinking that perhaps he'd been followed home after all. The little dog's barking wasn't defensive though, in fact it sounded exactly like when Kins got home... He was almost to the door when he heard the sound of something, or someone, on the porch. It couldn't be- That thought ended sharply as he pulled the door open, the sight in front of him practically causing his heart to stop dead in his chest. "Kinsley..." Her name came out in a shocked whisper, eyes widening as he rushed to kneel down beside her, taking in her bruised face and bloodied clothes. Pressing his fingers against her neck a wave of relief flowed through him at the feeling of her pulse beating against them. "Kinsley, sweetie, can you hear me? Kins?" He cradled her face gently in his hands, trying to see if he could get any sort of response from the girl and felt something close to panic starting to form in his chest when she barely moved. Getting quickly to his feet he ran back into the house just long enough to grab her car keys off the counter, moving around her carefully to rush over to her car and get it unlocked and the passenger door open.

Back at her side, Sawyer knelt down beside her and as carefully as possible lifted her into his arms, cradling her against him protectively. A soft little moan came from her lips despite him doing his best to be gentle and he grimaced slightly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," He murmured apologetically, moving as quickly as possible without jostling her too much. "Everything's going to be alright, just hang on ok?" Moving around to the open door of the car, he put her down oh so gingerly, hating the fact that he was likely still causing her a good amount of pain no matter what. Shutting the door he ran around and got into the driver's seat, getting to the hospital less than ten minutes later. Being just as careful picking her up again he headed for the ER entrance, earning stares as he pushed past the glass doors and stepped into the lobby. "I need some help, please..." His voice was ragged from worry and adrenaline, the sight of him with Kinsley in his arms bringing two nurses over immediately. A few seconds later Kins was removed from his arms and placed on a stretcher where the doctors took over, leaving him to watch helplessly before being led away a bit by another nurse. "Don't worry, sir, she'll be taken very well care of now I can promise you that,"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING It felt like mere seconds by the time she woke up in the hospital. She opened her eyes to a bright white light and a splitting headache. Her ribs still felt sore, but it was much easier to breathe now. Kinsley took a deep breath and felt something up her nose, so she put her hand over her nose and took out the oxygen hose. Kinsley put her hand over her darkened eyes to shadow her eyes from the intense lights until they were finally used to them. She blinked a few times, trying to keep her bruised face from making too much movement. She licked her dry lips while she took in her surroundings. The room was empty as far as she could tell, though hanging over the back of the solitary chair in the room was a jacket she recognized immediately to be Sawyer’s. She sighed a breath of relief, but quickly regretted it when the sharp pain hit her side. Now she really was glad that she had saved Sawyer so many months ago. Without him she probably wouldn’t have made it to the hospital and she may have ended up dying. All of what her dad said was invalid now and she could prove that Sawyer was good to have around. If he didn’t think that he was a blessing in her life now, then there would be no hope for her dad’s approval any time. Oh God, she wondered if her dad had gotten word about this and if he had if he had been here. There didn’t seem to be any sign of his being here, but it wasn’t like her dad to buy a big teddy bear and flowers and put it in a hospital room. It was more like him to find out whoever did this and kill them, which he was probably doing right now though she wanted to be the one to kill the last one that got away. But she was in no condition at all. She would probably have to wait until she was well healed to do any sort of hunting. It actually put a damper on her life, not being able to hunt. It was the one thing she was absolutely good at and now she was unable to hunt at all. It also put a set back on hunting with Remy, too, which she had been looking forward to for so long now. He had killed the Riley kid a while ago now and was onto the next one, who was the strongest, yet weakest of them all. It didn’t make much sense thinking about it, but the most powerful firetamer she had ever seen was also the sickest. The boy, who looked to be only fourteen or so the few times she had caught a glimpse at him, had a lot of health issues. It seemed only logical that he would also be really weak in the firetaming department, but instead he was graced with being insanely powerful and just as threatening to the world. Damon had given some good information about Riley, but other than his brother, the rest of the family was still a bit of a mystery and needed to be watched more to get the full scoop on. Calan was the most vulnerable due to his health problems, which made him the easiest next target. The only problem was neither she nor Remy had ever dealt with such a powerful firetamer. Kinsley suddenly remembered that Remy had gone to New Orleans the day before her attack. She had no idea how long it had been, but just as she was about to call for a nurse, one came into the room. She hadn’t expected her to be awake by the way her eyes widened before she smiled. “Good morning, Ms. Duval. I’m Emeri,” she said before her face turned cold. “What day is it?” she asked. The nurse gave her the date. It had been two days. Two days where she had been completely out. Emeri flipped through the papers on the clipboard before setting it down and grabbing a small flashlight out of her front pocket. “You had a lot of blood loss, severely bruised and some broken ribs, a slight concussion, and a sprained ankle. If you could just look up for me?” She shined the light onto her eyes to check her pupils then turned it off and held up her index finger. “Follow my finger,” she said and moved it back and forth. After that, she checked her blood pressure. Emeri told her that she looked perfectly fine now that she was awake, but she should stay lying down because if she got up too quickly she’d get dizzy and could fall. After a few other precautionary details and instructions she left. Kinsley reached over the side of her bed where her cellphone sat and noticed a bunch of missed calls, some from Kimmi, some from her dad, and even a few from Remy. She called her dad and explained everything to him first. He said that Sawyer had talked to him already and that after he got off work, he’d be over, but Kinsley told him not to worry about it, that she was perfectly fine. Kinsley then called Kimmi and explained everything to her friend. Kimmi was at a shoot and Kinsley told her not to worry about coming to see her since she had Sawyer somewhere around here and that when she got home, she’d let her know. Finally she called Remy. It went to voicemail and she left a message saying, “Hey Remy, it’s Kins. I, uh… Well I was attacked a couple of days ago by a bunch of people who obviously knew what they were doing. Anyways, I didn’t get your call because I’m in the hospital and I’ve been out for two days. So call me back whenever you get this.” She hung up and lay back in her bed closing her eyes. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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Hospital coffee. Looked like mud and tasted even worse but running on less than ten hours of sleep in the past two days Sawyer would take whatever he could get if it had caffeine in it. He was on his third cup of the stuff since the day had started and it really wasn't all that far past morning being over. For as much time as he'd spent in this hospital in the past few months, both as a patient and visitor, you would have thought he'd be more comfortable in it but that really wasn't the case. It was all just too stark white walls and pungently antiseptic smells for him to ever really feel at ease. Granted the reason he was here in the first place was playing a large part in his unease. From the moment they took Kinsley out of his arms and wheeled her away to other parts of the hospital he'd been practically pacing up and down the corridors, waiting. He wondered if he looked as ragged as he felt, having only been home long enough to get a quick shower last night and take care of Bruno and Benxie before coming back to the hospital. Rubbing his chin absently had him realizing he was quit a ways past sporting just a five o'clock shadow, likely adding to his haphazard appearance.

He'd called Jackson right away that to let him know what was going on and the man had joined him shortly after at the hospital until the doctors finally came out and let them know that she was stable but still unconscious. They'd both been allowed in to see her shortly after that but Jackson had been called in to the police station for what must have been a pretty important call because he asked if Sawyer would stay with her while he was gone. Seeing as he didn't really plan on leaving anytime soon as it was, Sawyer was more than happy to do just that, appreciating that her dad trusted him enough by this point to ask that at all. It wasn't really any big secret that the older man had been more than a little bit unhappy with his daughter's decision to let some man she barely knew move in with her. And honestly Sawyer couldn't blame him much for that. Jackson had warmed up to him more after their first meeting but not before making sure he knew there'd be hell to pay if did anything to Kinsley that wasn't in her best interests so to speak. Since Sawyer would have sooner jumped in front of a bus than done anything to harm Kins in any way possible winning the man's good opinion had been happening slowly but steadily. Which was a relief to Sawyer seeing as her dad's opinion meant more to Kinsley than anyone else in the entire world and he hated to think his staying with her might be putting any kind of strain on her relationship with Jackson.

Chugging the last few swallows of the now lukewarm liquid left in the styrofoam cup, Sawyer headed back towards Kinsley's room and was half way there when a nurse stopped him in the hall to let him know she was awake. That news had him half jogging the rest of the way, slowing as he reached the door and opened it to step inside. The sight of her eyes open, even slight as they were currently, brought a warm smile to his face. "Hey," He greeted softly, moving to sit on the edge of the chair where his jacket was still hanging over the back. "How are you feeling?" She looked sore still and the bruises on her face made him cringe inwardly while a certain amount of fury simmered in him at whoever it was that did this to her.

ooc: sorry so super short but wanted to get it posted so emily can join in <3

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[remy]

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HERES HOW IT GOES ITS ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW

This was the first day he had woken up alone. New Orleans had been everything wonderful. Remy had really missed the city and was really upset to come back. He would have enjoyed the trip if it was just himself, but the fact that he also went with one of his favorite people just made his day. Every day. Talia somehow understood him and he understood Talia. There was so much about her that he had still yet to know, but that was the glorious thing. Whatever wanted to be said was, and whatever was silent remained that way. Both of them understood the only friendship that applied. She was so wonderful. Remy would lie if he said he hadn’t been smiling every morning because of who he woke up to. This woman and him all together in New Orleans had honestly been one of his favorite visits. One wouldn’t think that he would like the place because it was everything he hated, but for some reason, a different vibe was put out by it. It wasn’t just a city. It a living and breathing place. His business was doing well. The people in masks had done a great task of acting like any other celebration had.

Remy had actually left his phone over in Manuka. On purpose. He wasn’t sure what they could track and what they couldn’t (as technology amazed him sometimes), but he wasn’t going to take the risk. He was a different person over there anyway. He wasn’t the big hunter that everyone had gotten to know. Remy had been different during the time of pre-crazy Jude. It was as if the event changed both of them. Certainly differently. But changed them none the less. Remy was determined to leave the old him in New Orleans once and for all this time. The man had been going crazy himself, so it was a perfect opportunity. Emptying his insanity bucket and filled it back up with logic and sanity. Remy was ready for anything. The night before when he arrived and dropped Talia off, he had just crashed on his bed without checking anything else. Remy didn’t even know what happened while he was gone. Not much, he supposed. Except for the Riley guy on TV as murdered, but Manuka police were very good at covering up most messes. Thanks to Jackson Duval. Remy didn’t particularly enjoy the guy, but he respected him in the field he ought to be respected in.

In the morning, the first thing he wanted to do was check to see how things were once he was gone. Phone first. Perhaps if he had gone to the TV first and then the phone, he would have seen the radical attacks. Instead, he found a couple of missed calls and a voicemail. The calls he got. The voicemail not so much. With a few clicks, he was listening. His heart pounded loudly. No, not Kinsley. She was in the hospital?! Oh, he was so stupid. He should have known not to leave her alone in Manuka. Remy had thought he did such a good job on making sure the Ellis family didn’t connect her to the plot. The only thing she was being used for was gaining information. The actual plotting and planning as well as killing had been Remy for a specific reason. Remy generally didn’t have time for friends and such, but he really cared for the girl. Now while he had been celebrating and hitting the bars, she was getting attacked. Knocked out so bad it lasted for a couple of days. All his fault. Remy didn’t even bother to check whatever else was there. He fed his dog (that was getting huge) and raced.

When he arrived, he felt like he was on the clock. That every second that passed was another second that she could have been dying. At least she was in the hospital. Most of the time, hunters avoided the place just because they always questioned too much. It was too public and hunter job had to be very under cover secret to humans. Not to mention that several probably knew and wanted to report it right away. At the same time, desperate times called for desperate measures. This was a desperate time. Remy probably would have been more upset if she said she wasn’t after being out for two days. Remy wasn’t sure he would want to be taken to the hospital if that happened to him, but he was glad for her. Getting in was also pretty terrible. He was talking so fast and just arrived from New Orleans, so his accent mixed with French words made it a little harder to comprehend.

Finally, he was lead to Kinsley Duval’s room. She wasn’t alone. Some guy was there. Didn’t know who he was, but who was Remy to judge Kinsley’s friends? She was an amazingly sweet woman and he was sure she had several people come to visit her. Remy didn’t really want to be rude, but his heart was still racing and he was just glad she looked all in one piece. No missing arm or eye or something. He came to the door and stopped there, glancing at the other guy before making his way over to the bed. Trying not to get into the guys way but kind of failing, he started in a ramble, ”I’m su sorre Cherie. I ‘houldn’t had gone, if I would ‘ave known. What ‘appened?” Well Remy knew what happened. She was attacked by something bloody and awful. Bruises covering her beautiful face. But specifically. What Ellis was he going to go after now? The guy was probably in a few rooms down too.
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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING Kinsley sat up more in her bed so that her neck wasn’t craning upwards. She wondered where Sawyer could be, but decided it was better not to go running around looking for him. Besides, just lifting herself upwards was enough to make her entire side hurt. But at least her neck felt better. Kinsley figured that Sawyer would be back anyways seeing as his jacket was here. He probably went to get some food or something. Kinsley sat quietly for a little while, and just as if she had summoned him, Sawyer opened the door. Kinsley’s face lit up at his smile. She had missed his smile, she realized. Even though she had been unconscious and the last time she had seen him only felt like a few hours ago, it was still a lovely sight to see. Kinsley’s heart felt light and fluffy like it was somehow on cloud nine when he sat beside her on the chair. “Hey yourself,” she replied. She looked down at herself, bruises covering most of the skin she saw. The bruises had turned a slight purple-green color, but were painful nonetheless. “I feel alright I guess. They’ve got me on some meds so it’s at leased number than it would be. The nurse said I had cracked ribs and a bunch of other stuff, but I’m better now that you’re here,” she said and took his hand. Giving it a light squeeze, she said, “Thank you, Sawyer. For being here I mean.” She grinned in a thankful manner and rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. She wondered where she would be right now if he hadn’t been here. Or if Remy had. There was really no telling where Remy had even gone. Kinsley was just a fellow hunter and not a friend. she had to keep reminding herself of that because she really did like and care about him. She knew that he only thought of her as a partner in this whole thing (or rather, she made herself think that because she had grown to like Remy a lot more than she thought she ever would and didn’t want to have a one-sided thing with him). Remy was the kind of guy that never really had relationships. She couldn’t blame the guy though since she wasn’t either. They were hunters. Their only purpose in life was to protect humans—and in her case some supernaturals like her best friend Kimmi. Hunters weren’t the kind of people that got the opportunity to date or settle down and have a family unless you were lucky like her father had been. Still, that hadn’t really worked out for the best seeing as her mother died. Kinsley had to remind herself constantly that people left all the time and the more you got attached, the more you lost when they eventually left, or you did. But Sawyer was a different matter. He was someone she couldn’t help caring about and taking under her wing. There was no way she could have just left him in the woods, nor would she allow herself to just let him wither away in the hospital without at least one friend. Now they were closer than ever. The pair were great together. They got along almost always except for the occasional argument here or there, but everyone got into little fights when they lived together. But they always resolved things and got back to being incredible roommates and friends. The door burst open and Kinsley jumped slightly. Her eyes widened when she saw Remy standing there first looking at her, then Sawyer and back again. He walked towards her, stumbling a little, and apologized—for what, Kinsley was unsure. It wasn’t his fault this had happened to her. She noticed that his accent was unusually thick though. Kinsley pulled her hand back from Sawyer’s grasp and asked, “Sawyer, could you give us a minute?” When he left, she told Remy to sit. “I was attacked by some giant group of hunters. There were a couple of people with me, but I got most of them except one. They were “radicals” or something like that. I don’t know what, but I was caught off guard and got beat up pretty badly.” Kinsley told him everything that happened in detail including how Sawyer had basically saved her by bringing her here. When she finished with the whole story she asked, “Where were you anyways?” Kinsley wondered if he had gone on a hunting trip or something or if he had gone home to check on things in New Orleans. It would explain his accent, but Kinsley thought that he’d have told her if he was leaving since the Ellis thing had just gone down and she had to stay deeper in the shadows for a while. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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[SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS]

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BUT REMEMBER IF YOU NEED TO CRY I'M HERE TO WIPE YOUR EYES

As much as Kinsley had missed seeing his smile, Sawyer had missed hers a million times more. It had been so surreal seeing her lying there in the hospital bed, hooked to what seemed like a a dozen machines with wires and cords going every which way. After the first night they'd removed most of them once she was stable but she had been so still. Just there, her chest rising and falling and that was about it. It was never a way he wanted to see her again and wouldn't if he had anything to say about it. Jackson had been doing what he could to track down the people responsible but both men were well aware that was likely not going to be easy. Or even possible. Apparently there had been numerous attacks on different people that night and they were all rather random in their choice of targets, some going after one specific person others groups and most a mix of men and women together.

All of that though was at the back of his mind now that she was awake and giving him that beatutiful smile he'd come to love seeing every day. It was like an instant pick me up. Those days he came home from a less that successful attempt at finding a second job. Or when he began to get frustrated over his lack of being able to remember his past. One look at her cheerful expression and it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. That maybe, just maybe, things would turn out ok. So seeing it again after everything that had taken place in the past few days was like a wonderful ray of sunshine. He listened as she answered his gentle query, glad she wasn't in a lot of pain at least. He knew exactly what it felt like to recover from getting the crap beat out of you and it wasn't fun. She seemed upbeat though which was good.

Her remark about feeling better now that he was there brought the smile back to his lips, glancing down at the hand she reached towards his. For reasons he couldn't even really explain he was extra aware of the contact, his skin hypersensitive as her thumb rubbed softly across the back of his hand. "Well we both know you would do the same for me," He returned with a knowing sort of look, adding with a bit of a grin, "About time I repaid you for all the time you spent on this side of a hospital bed," Though said in a light-hearted sort of manner he was very much sincere in the feeling that he owed her greatly, more than he felt could ever really be repaid. She'd saved his life, continued to visit him despite him being a total stranger who couldn't even remember who he was, given him a place to live and befriended him above all. So yes, he most certainly owed her everything he had to give.

Even if he hadn't owed her a thing though he would have still been here. The fact that he'd been allowed to stick around past visitors hours he could credit to a couple of the nurses he'd become close to while he had been here healing up. Technically only immediate family was allowed to stay around the clock. Jackson had popped in a few times but sitting there doing nothing had been driving him nuts and he'd asked Sawyer to have them call him as soon as she was awake. He was likely already on his way here now. Almost as if reading his mind someone did show up just then, though it wasn't the burly police chief. Instead a younger man burst into the room, the unexpected entrance making Kinsley jump and causing Sawyer's grasp on her hand to momentarily tighten protectively in an unconscious action.

Sawyer was given a quick glance before his eyes were glued to Kinsley and judging from her features she knew him well which was relief enough. An apology was already tumbling from this new arrival's lips, a very heavy accent lacing the words. Obviously the two had a history and Sawyer nodded as Kins softly asked him if they could have a minute. "I actually need to go check on Bruno and Benxie so I'll see you a little later," He replied, standing and grabbing his jacket from the chair. Giving Remy a nod and smile of acknowledgment he turned around and let them go about their business, a little unsure why he was suddenly feeling so wistful.

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[remy]

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HERES HOW IT GOES ITS ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW

This was one of the problems about hunting with others. It was the guilt and the blame that was put on the other hunters that were involved. They were supposed to look out for each other. That was the only reason that hunters generally paired up. More eyes. There was a chance the other hunter would leave them as bait. Remy had never really had that fear though. For him, it seemed that all the hunters had one goal in common. His line of work was rather frowned upon and dirty, so what was he to say was the actual dirty line of work. The morals all seemed to be thrown out any window. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he liked Kinsley so much. She really fought honest and truly even if her views weren’t to his liking. It didn’t depend on that view just as long as she helped him with the Ellis. Now he was regretting that choice.

It might have been considered rude for Remy to just burst in and interrupt whatever deep conversation the pair might have been having, but he had been so worried that manners weren’t on his mind. He would have to apologize to the guy whenever he saw him next. It had been enough to make Kinsley jump but he didn’t really blame her. Especially since an Ellis was in the building. That he would have to take care of later and make sure that it was well aware that Kinsley Duval had nothing to do with it. Even if she had. Remy wanted her out of this. She had been useful, but seeing her all beaten up in the bed really pulled at him. She didn’t deserve this. It was his planning and it wasn’t his careless behavior that probably caused this. After he had been so dreadfully careful.

When Kinsley asked the man to be dismissed, Remy looked over at him. After years of hunting, he had just gotten into the habit of studying faces. Trying to memorize them for future reference. Remy was pretty good at connecting names with faces which helped him in both his business in New Orleans and hunting. Seeing this man now, he didn’t think he had seen him before. He seemed like a pleasant guy, but there was a slight tension in the room that Remy was able to recognize. However, there was too many other things going on for Remy to really narrow down on one subject. Instead, he noticed it for a brief moment, then nodded. ”Dank you.” Felt like it somehow it was needed. The man mentioned feeding a dog that he swore was Kinsley’s. Maybe Remy was just remembering a different name. That wasn’t important though. His focus was right on the blonde in front of him, not really what company she was keeping.

As soon as he left, she spilled. Remy took a large breathe out. So it wasn’t the Ellis. At least she didn’t have that kind of target on her back. However, the rest of it was a little uncertain with him. They were called radicals. Remy suddenly remembered how many places he had passed at the hospital that looked like Kinsley some much worse and some better. It wasn’t just her. What baffled him most about this story was that she said the word ‘hunters’. Like they were people and human. Why would humans be attacking other humans, especially ones that were helping. It could have been some other kind of hunter but it didn’t sound like it. Not the way she was injured. ”Huntars? ‘ike human?” He said, almost lower as if someone else was listening. They were alone. It was more because he was shocked. Though he was relieved it wasn’t an Ellis clan, he still had a hard time wrapping his mind around it.

Perfect timing he guessed. Maybe his killing triggered something? No, Remy wasn’t cocky enough to think that his accomplishment meant that much to the rest of the community. If anything, it was just going to be everyone on high alert. Yet, it seemed they were rather successful. ”’ow large was dis attack?” He asked, not knowing how much she knew about it. Remy didn’t really know that she had just woken up since the voicemail could have been at any time. His mind hadn’t really focused on when he received it. This was all research he was going to have to take care of later. When she asked her question, Remy blinked at her for a couple of moments. Man, he could have swore that he told her. No wonder she was confused. His mind that was slowly losing itself always thought up the plan but never really remembered if it was something he actually did or not. It made sense. ”New Orleans.” He thought for a moment that he should have taken Kinsley, but he wasn’t sure if that would have been too obvious. If they figured out it was him, they would probably figure out the hunter that went with him would have been involved as well. Talia was an innocent human. No one would have thought to connect her.

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING Kinsley couldn’t help but smile at Sawyer when he said that it was about time to repay the favor. She had never seen going to visit Sawyer as anything other than the right thing. If she had just left him there to be alone in the hospital without anyone to talk to she would have felt so guilty. Kinsley had come to realize that it was one of the best decisions she had ever made, going and seeing him as much as she did. He was one of her best friends now, even if his memory was still shoddy and her father still had slight doubts about him. if she hadn’t kept in contact with him and invited him to stay with her, she would probably be dead right now, and there was no way that that debt could be repaid. Even if she had once saved him, it still didn’t make the scales even in her mind. Sawyer was one of the best people she had ever met and she wished she could find a way to show him that. Kinsley wasn’t good at showing what she was feeling though. Her dad had taught her while she was growing up that showing emotions was a good way to get yourself killed. He had taught her how to make a façade and hide all emotions behind that mask to keep them safe. Though she usually hid behind the mask of sweet and happy while around Sawyer, she did sometimes have other feelings. After a night of hunting when she would come home after having to kill some evil creature, she’d feel awful like she wanted to cry a million tears and sleep for days. But she couldn’t show that to Sawyer because it would bring up too many questions and answers she didn’t want to give him—at least not yet. She wanted to keep him in the dark about what she did and about supernaturals for as long as she possibly could. If she could keep him oblivious forever that would be just fine with her. She just wanted to protect him and his kind heart from ever being hurt. She wouldn’t be able to bear it if Sawyer was ever hurt. He was too important to her now and even the thought of not having him in her life made her heart ache. Before she could respond though, Remy burst through the doors. Kinsley thanked Sawyer as he left and went straight into telling Remy about what happened. Kinsley nodded at his question and nodded her head slowly so she didn’t make her head hurt even more than it already was. “Yeah,” she finally replied. Flashes of the attack blurred her vision for a moment and Kinsley flinched. Remy asked a question and it took her a moment to realize what he had said. She closed her eyes and thought back. “Five. There were five, though as far as I can tell they were trained enough to make it difficult enough on me to do this, so it seemed like a lot more.” Kinsley looked down at her hands. Even though she had come out alive, it still felt like a defeat to be this badly broken and bruised. She was supposed to be stronger than this, but it seemed that she overestimated herself too much this time. “But why were hunters going after me? I’m one of them!” she sighed out of frustration and clenched her fists in her lap. Kinsley wished Remy hadn’t gone off to New Orleans when he did. It felt like she was abandoned, though that was stupid of her to think. It wasn’t like she had some hold on the guy and after all; he had a business to take care of. She knew now that she was being foolish for thinking that. She smiled a little, though it didn’t reach her eyes and asked, “How was it?” She had never been that far south, but from what she could get out of Remy he liked it there. Kinsley felt like going somewhere—anywhere really. She just wanted to leave this hospital, this town, everything right now, even if just for a little while. She wondered if it were even possible to do something like that. She could go to the beach or something. Kinsley wondered if Remy would take her there if she asked. But he was working on the Ellis case, so she doubted he’d want to. And besides, he just got back from New Orleans so he’d probably want to jump right back into work again. She couldn’t ask Sawyer because he was still new to his job at the vet’s office and it’d be too hard to take time off right now. And she couldn’t ask her dad or Kimmi because her dad had work on finding the radicals and Kimmi was busy with modeling. It seemed as though she’d just have to do it alone. She grabbed the bar of the side of the bed and pulled herself forward. She threw the blanket off of her legs and slowly moved her legs over the side of the bed. “Remy, I want to go home. I mean, I want to go home so I can pack.” She got a determined look in her eyes as she stood. She yanked the IV out of her arm and took a deep breath. “I’m going to go to the beach and take some time off.” Kinsley looked at him with a stern look. She didn’t want him to try to stop her, but rather to get her out of here even faster. She just hoped that he’d play along with her and understand why she wanted—no, needed to get out of here. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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[remy]

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HERES HOW IT GOES ITS ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW

Friends were something that Remy found he couldn’t afford much of. The only friends he really had in this were fellow hunters. It was hard to talk to other people who didn’t understand. The only people who understood some of his crazy tactics were other hunters. That’s probably one of the reasons he got along with Kinsley so well. That and she was overly sweet and adorable. Talia was one of the exceptions to his hunter rules, but it was even sometimes harder. Shaking up and waking up from nightmares, for example, wasn’t something that he could ever really share. Other hunters somehow knew it happened. To be a hunter and not have that happen was actually more skeptical to him. They were able to relate to each other a little bit. Killing, even something that was pure evil in a form that appeared human, was hard on a good natured soul. Some of the tightest faces had gone through the hardest of times.

Which is why it was baffling to him that Kinsley would be attacked by a group of hunters. Hunters sometimes didn’t like each other (like Remy didn’t really care for that Cason Ellery guy that Jude hung out with so often). However, the thought of one attacking another really made his heart sink. How were they ever going to be able to fight against the forces of the supernatural if they were going to attack each other? Could they mistaken Kinsley for one? Remy looked her over once again. No, she was way too pure. Far too sweet. Sweeter than any other supernatural could probably very well could act. It didn’t make any sense. Remy scratched his head as if doing that would help him come up with an explanation. At her continuing, his heart sunk more. Five of them against her? How did she even survive that? Remy felt that two hunters were rather efficient. More than that was just a miniature army much like the Romans might have had to deal with. Kinsley spoke out her confusion, seeing that it made about as much sense to her as it did him. ”It dun make ‘uch sense. Chur a known hun’er ‘oo.” He added. Known in the world of hunters, he guessed. Jackson Duval was like the pack leader, so of course his daughter was known. Also was a good warning to the supernaturals around the area that blood would be on the tail if something were to happen to her. At least that would be his thought process.

Remy looked at her. Although she looked pretty torn up and beat down, with what he found out, it was good that she made it out still breathing. ”’ow did you make it out alive?” He breathed. The question was up to be answered or not, but he was just observing himself. Would he have been there if he stayed here? Remy wasn’t sure. The pair had spent quite a long time together when working on the Ellis case. Still, hanging out with her around that time he thought would be the worse thing he could do for her. It was one of the many reasons for leaving for New Orleans. In case he was found out, he wasn’t going to have any weaknesses around him in Manuka. Talia was so innocent he was sure that anyone observing would just automatically assume she wasn’t a part of it. Which she wasn’t. Remy hadn’t even told her what he had done. Knowing about supernatural or not, Ellis family was a well known name throughout Manuka. Humans just didn’t really know why.

Even if it was at his expense, he was glad to see somewhat of a kind smile from her. Her face seemed just a bit better when she smiled. In her position, he wasn’t sure how much he would be exactly smiling at. It was small, but it was something. At her question, Remy too did smile. All the worry on his face vanished for a couple of seconds as he went back through the memories of his trip. Oh, he would have taken Kinsley if he would have known. If he hadn’t already promised someone else that the next trip they would leave. ”So wonderful Cherie.” He said softly, gazing out the window as if he were in a trance. He hadn’t been that happy in lord knows how long. ”I needed it terribly.” Hunters on vacation seemed like a voodoo concept, but it would be amazing to know how much it actually helped. He’d refer it to Jude, but he didn’t want his sister going anywhere. He felt out of all the people he knew, she would wander out the most and forget to come back.

Something had gone through her head, and she got up. Remy stayed close to her, feeling as if he would have to leap to catch her with every step. However, Kinsley was extremely strong. Despite the unbelievable pain she must have been in, she took everything off like it wasn’t a big deal. Remy was sure that the doctors would going to throw and absolute fit. If Remy knew how many supernaturals worked for the hospital, perhaps he wouldn’t feel so inclined to be either, but since he was oblivious (and should stay that way), he looked at the door, waiting for someone to come bursting in. Remy was a little worried by how quick she was going. Once she spoke though, all Remy could see was a version of himself before he left. Someone that was desperate to go. Get away from this place. Not to return anytime soon. He hadn’t really been in her condition though. By the look she was giving him though, he doubted he could say much. ”Now? Dun you want to… heal first?” While she was away, Remy knew exactly what he was going to do. Pace and call her to make sure she was okay. Last time he left, this happened. Remy wasn’t really looking to see that happened again.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING She had been trying to figure out who had done this for the past few minutes, trying to understand who in the hunting world would go after her because she was a hunter, the daughter of Jackson Duval, the biggest name in the business in Manuka. They should have known that they’d be dead should they come after her. Unless it was some sort of pay back against her father, she had no ideas as to why they would attack her. It made her more frightened that even her father didn’t know who had done it, didn’t even really have any clues as to what hunter would do this to her. Kinsley wondered if any other attacks had happened throughout the city, but at the moment was more worried about whether or not she’d be able to find the bastards who organized this thing. “I know, I don’t understand it either,” she replied to Remy who was just as confused as she. Together they’d eventually get to the bottom of it. They were a good team and worked well together. They had proved that with the Ellis case they were working on now. So far one was down and they were working on another. She was wondering whether or not they’d get the bad ones, though she was fairly worried about Calan and Darby, who she knew were aligned with the light and were good kids. She’d only be able to get his attention elsewhere for so long before there were no one but good left. Maybe by then he’d be satisfied and they could move on to another family that had bad people and not good kids. Remy looked at her with a little bit of sympathy, which made Kinsley feel odd. She had never seen Remy look at someone like that before and it kind of made her want to tell him to quit. She liked the fact that he didn’t look at her like she was incapable of doing something and he had confidence in her, but now as he looked at her with those sad eyes she wanted him to stop. At his question, she shrugged, which only made a sharp pain in her neck. She winced before replying, “I had help from this guy. I don’t know his name, but he was a supernatural. He shifted and killed one of them before he got hurt and turned back.” Kinsley had a flash of that night as she killed the one that hurt the giant man. “And I only got out alive because of his help and my training.” Kinsley felt as if she owed that guy her life. She didn’t know anything about him, even his name. She knew she’d be able to find out who he was eventually, but for now she was going to get better. Plus she didn’t think he’d want to have flashes of that night with seeing her. She’d look for him after a while and thank him somehow, she didn’t know how for sure though. But she’d think of something eventually. Kinsley felt a pang of jealousy when he told her that his vacation was wonderful. If she was alone, she’d probably break down and cry because the only thing she wanted was some peace, quiet, and the feeling that nothing bad was going to happen to her. Instead all she felt was anger, a little resentment, and annoyance. But she didn’t want to feel that towards Remy and she knew she was being unreasonable about it. Remy really did need to have that vacation and he definitely needed to leave town anyways after killing Riley. Anyways, he had a business down in New Orleans he had to check on, too and it was the perfect time to do so. There was just a little part of her that wished she had invited. “I’m glad to hear it,” she said with a smile. As Kinsley moved out of the bed with the decision to go on her own vacation, she felt Remy close to her. She was glad he was there in case she fell over or something. Though her entire body ached and begged her to lay back down and not move for days, she knew that if she didn’t get out of here she was going to have a mental break down. At Remy’s question, she shook her head slightly. “No, I want to go now or I’ll never be able to have one. And the beach is as good a place as any to heal. Better in fact since it won’t be here.” So she grabbed her phone and whatever was lying around and put them on the bed, hoping Remy would do her a favor and carry them. Since she was wearing a hospital gown, one that opened in the back for easier access to the toilet and tub, and felt herself go red in the face when the coldness hit the back of her legs, her butt, and back. Quickly she closed the back of her robe-like paper gown as she walked to the bathroom. How the hell was she going to change by herself? She looked at Remy and felt her entire face redden more. “You’re going to have to help me change, Remy,” she said. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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HERES HOW IT GOES ITS ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW

This new group of hunters meant a lot more to Remy than just some stupid bastards who thought it would be okay to go after their own kind. For Remy- it meant that he was starting to question things. He had been questioning things his entire life. There were a couple of things he had been completely certain of- humans were good and the supernatural were bad. The supernatural were still bad, but considering what he heard about this spontaneous group of hunters, it sounded turned around. It was like waking up to this strange dream that warped his mind. He was sure that he would ponder over it later. It was very clear to everyone who knew about supernaturals in Manuka that Kinsley was human. A hunter if anything less. There was solid proof all over the place. The hunters knew what they were doing. One of the things that Remy had been so certain about was now making everything else in his life complicated and unsure. Whenever they found them, the first thing he would ask is why. Hoping that the answer was something along the lines of them being absolutely crazy or insane. Not that he should judge those types of people either. Anyone who was a hunter had to be a little crazy to live with it. Some of the baggage hunters came with was incredible. It was a wonder they found anyone to take it.

”Dey ‘ave to be crazy. Noding else es logical.” He mused, more to himself than to her. He looked at Kinsley again, so beat up and bruised. Even with all of those cuts and such, he could picture the face he had gotten used to seeing under there. He could make out her distinctive features. She truly was a beautiful woman. One of the rarest of beautiful women. Remy had been with plenty and there was no doubt in that, but it meant he had seen far and wide. He had seen what was the best to pick and what probably to stay away from. Most had the unfortunate look to look like all the others. So much looked so similar that he had a hard time keeping memories apart from each other (shamefully, he didn’t remember specifics often). Women like Kinsley were able to be picked out of crowds. Their beauty was so striking it was hard to believe they were human. Supernaturals had this look about them too, so when he found humans like this, he truly treasured them. Humans were far more beautiful than supernaturals, in his opinion.

The thought of a supernatural helping her was unfathomable. While she was telling her short story, all he could think of was how the supernatural would benefit from this. What did this mysterious man want from Kinsley by saving her life? Supernatural didn’t do anything kind unless there was something behind it. He believed that with every fiber in his body. Now there was something really frightening. Part of him was glad the beast had been there to get her out alive- as she said- but the rest of him was wondering when the man was going to show up to her door. Demand that he be given something for saving her life. Go up to her and follow her to try to turn her to become one of them if it was under his capability. Now she really had to be looked after. Something that he wasn’t sure if he should mention or not. Hunters, especially women, did not like the prospect of someone having to ‘look after them’ like they were three. Although it’d make Remy feel better. ”Oh… I’d watch for ‘im in de future too Cherie.” He cautioned.

Which was why Kinsley going on a vacation now might have been completely unexpected but perhaps the best option. If this other supernatural was out to get her, she needed to get out of the ranges of Manuka. It would be selfish of Remy to take another vacation with another extraordinarily beautiful woman, but it wasn’t as if he was going to say no. Sometimes, he realized how selfish he could be. Usually during those times, he let it pass. Out of all of his flaws, that was not the one to worry about. So he worried about himself and the ones that he loved more than the common stranger. Hunters had to be selfish in order to save their own life sometimes. That was his theory anyway. Thinking about others the whole time was great and all, but one had to have personal strive. Kinsley started to get up, determined to leave right at this minute. She had that look on her face that hinted to Remy that no matter how much the Cajun pushed, he wasn’t going to be budging her any other direction. It made him grin, ”If you ‘ay so. I’d rader if you did not go alone.” He hinted. While Talia wouldn’t exactly be protection against supernatural, it just looked better in pairs. Besides, going on vacation with two was better than going by yourself. From his own experience.

He stayed close to her, not even sure if she was allowed to do this. He was waiting for her to slip and fall, him scream a bunch of French words because his mind wouldn’t be straight. However, at this moment, he just let her walk wherever. Remy forgot about the open back and when he saw a glimpse of skin, he looked away. He couldn’t. No- not to Kinsley. Although he supposed if she knew how many naked women he saw, neither would be offended by seeing hers. He probably saw as much as the damn doctor. A bright blush on her face distracted him from his thoughts as he waited, lifting his eyebrow in question. When she finally said it, he acted as professional as he could. Half smiling, he cooed lightly, ”Am I not allowed to look?” A flirtatious smile, which probably wasn’t going t help, but Remy’s natural nature couldn’t help it. The man flirted too much not to throw the line in.

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING Being attacked by a group of people was hard for anyone. An untrained human who got attacked by the same group would have been completely obliterated within seconds. It was just unclear to her as to why it was she that was attacked along with the other two or three people. They had done nothing wrong as far as she could tell, so it was odd that out of the blue they would be ambushed. It was almost as if the entire thing was completely set up to where specific people would be attacked. Why would a group of skilled hunters want to attack a bunch of random innocent people? It made no sense whatsoever, and Kinsley felt an itching feeling in the back of her neck, wanting to find out more about whoever these people were. She knew she could talk to her dad more about them, but she was sure he was already looking into it. Apparently there had been quite a few other visits to the hospital other than just hers, so there could have been even more attacks in the city than just her own. If that were the case, people all over Manuka were at risk and she could do nothing about it. Not that she much wanted to. If they were all as skilled as the four she faced, she would be shit out of luck once again, probably put back into the hospital. Even with Cason or Remy, who were two of her most trusted allies, by her side it could be slightly difficult, especially if there were more than just four of these Radicals. Kinsley tried to push the idea out of her head. There was no way she was going to worry about taking them down right now, not with being in the hospital, in immense pain whenever she moved or breathed too hard. Kinsley could tell that Remy was trying to figure out what was going on. He looked like he was looking for reasons, motives, clues, and other things that would tell him exactly how to catch these bastards, so she didn’t reply to him. She just watched him try to put the puzzle pieces together. But it seemed as if he was missing a dozen pieces to finish it completely. Even Kinsley didn’t have answers to give to help him figure out what was going on. She hated that she didn’t know everything, too. But she reminded herself that right now was not the time for worrying constantly about that. She needed to heal. Or get the hell out of here. Kinsley raised her eyebrow at Remy. The werewolf had helped her and she didn’t know how to thank him. But Remy seemed to think that the guy was going to come after her for some reason. But they had saved each other’s lives and that was pay back enough she thought. And anyways, Kinsley wanted to see him again because she wanted to thank him again somehow. She didn’t relay that information to Remy though because she knew he wouldn’t like it. Even though he knew that Kinsley thought that some supernaturals could be good, his beliefs were completely different. He only saw the bad in the supernatural. He only saw them as evil like every one of them was a killer. But supernaturals had humanistic traits as well. Just like not all humans were terrible people, not all supernaturals were awful creatures. Kinsley gave them the benefit of the doubt most of the time unless she could tell immediately that they were going to try to hurt her or some other innocent person. Getting out of the city was the best thing she could think of. If she couldn’t stay here and fight to get rid of those Radical bastards, she wasn’t going to stay here to heal up. She’d just leave the hospital Against Medical Advice and go to the beach somewhere else. Kinsley looked sideways at her fellow hunter and asked, “Are you willing to go with me then? Because if you are, I’d be happy as hell to have you. I mean, Cason isn’t going to leave Cierra and I haven’t talked to Beth for ages. And my dad can’t take off long enough to be there until I’m all healed up anyways. So if you don’t come, I’m going alone.” Kinsley could have asked Remy to ask his sister, Jude, but she and Kinsley had never spoken often enough to get to know each other well enough to go on a vacation together. She didn’t trust many more hunters or know them like she did Remy to want them to be with her on vacation. She could have asked Sawyer, but he was just getting off his feet with his volunteering and getting contacts to take him away from all of this. Plus who would watch after her animals? Kinsley chuckled a little, which only made her cringe in pain. She clutched her side and took a slow, calming breath. She didn’t know how she felt about Remy being able to see her completely naked, but it wasn’t like it was the first time she had been naked in front of a man. She knew he had also been with enough women to know what a woman’s body looked like. She only took a moment to tell Remy, “Why not? Just no touching.” Kinsley looked at Remy with completely serious eyes, while a smile rested gently on her lips. Her face started to go its natural color after her moment of blushing, though, which was good. Kinsley pointed to her shirt where her belongings were. It was covered in blood, but she didn’t mind. She had had enough fights to barely notice when she had blood on her anymore. She just lifted her arms above her head very slowly so that he could put it on her as easily as possible. She knew getting pants on was going to be the hardest part of all. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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[remy]

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HERES HOW IT GOES ITS ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW

It was interesting how in a world where humans were the good guys, hunters were still questionable to Remy. Perhaps it was his own experiences of hunters leaving him for bait when he was still a rookie in New Orleans. It was as if hunting brought a whole other side out of humans that no one knew they had. Remy knew how big of a change it was for him. The man knew he was pretty odd, but he never knew he had been capable of using a weapon to kill other monsters out there in the world. Never would he have guessed before that the knife would be his favorite. He would play a convincing actor at a different scene every time, taking drastic measures to hide and run away from those who didn’t know any better and might take the supernatural side on issues. It seemed like a criminal at work, but it was all with good intentions. Better for him and the rest of the world. A dirty job. Surely that would have brought the worse out of people.

Those thoughts made him feel a little more secure about the attacks, but there were still too many questions in his head. As though it might have brought that side out of people, it wasn’t used against humans. Remy made one hundred percent sure if someone was a supernatural or not before killing them. Sometimes, he’d find out at the last minute. Suspecting it and figuring at the least, he’d get a hookup. While caught off guard in that type of… uh, moment, sometimes the things that the monster was trying to hide came out. Vampires and extension of the teeth was one of them. There were supernaturals (and many of them) that were more inclined to try to use him as a food source. Little did they know the human they were dealing with was Remy. As low as a profile he was trying to keep, he noticed that similar names were tossed around when it came to hunters. Remy recognized all the names that Kinsley named off. Cason was Jude’s little ‘thought he was her brother’ friend that annoyed Remy. Cierra was that woman he had a weird feeling about. Beth was that beautiful woman he hit on once and she about punched him. Surely the name ‘Remy’ would be to others. That frightened him a little. The man didn’t even want to know his reputation.

Then that’s when what she was asking sunk in. His brain and mind was so wired from worrying and wondering that her request hadn’t come quite to his brain yet. He had almost lost Kinsley. Forever. And Remy had grown very fond of her over their little plotting for the Ellis clan. Who would have known that someone who hunted for a living could be that bright? Not intellectual bright, but just… bright. Vivid. Happy. Remy almost felt like he was cheating because he would say yes to taking a little break from hunting after he had just taken a large break from hunting. Still, the thought of her going alone was un-nerving. Plus, Remy would be lying to say that it wasn’t what he wanted either. Who said no to another get-away from this twisted complicated life? With a soft smile on his features, he nodded slowly, ”I’d ‘ove to go wid you Cherie.” Then smirked, ”I was chur first choice, right?” Flirting just came out of his mouth like second nature. For once, it was harmless. It was Kinsley. Remy knew better.

Which was why her response probably couldn’t have shocked him more. At first, he jumped at her cringe in pain, wanting nothing more but to help somehow, but she recovered quickly. Fragile little thing at the moment, wasn’t she? He was teasing, kidding at the most, and fully prepared to try to do all of this while ducking his head away. Peeking might have happened indirectly, but he also knew that the hunter could probably kick his ass if they discovered. Maybe with her being injured like this would have done differently, but Remy didn’t think for a moment that she wouldn’t forget once she healed up. Yet, he did see the seriousness in her eyes. This was to help… right to help… yeah, Remy was having a tough time. There was probably not a time he ever saw a naked woman and didn’t crawl all over it in a matter of seconds. Part of him wanted to point that out to Kinsley with a side of humor, but another part of him that was speaking more logically was telling him pointing that out to her at this moment was a bad idea. ”Try my best.” Teasing a little bit, but in all seriousness, didn’t want to get his ass kicked. Or have a dad called and have him killed.

Delicately, he grabbed her shirt, finding it ironic he had never really helped a woman undress before. It was covered in blood, and it made him frown, cursing that this was the only time he hadn’t had an extra pair of clothes to change (considering he packed all of them for the trip). Well, least he didn’t have to unpack. Shirt in one hand, he reached behind her to get hospital outfit off, revealing nothing underneath. Remy tried, really tried, not to stare. He had seen women before and tried to pull it off like that (like a doctor might have) but there was that thing he talked about earlier. He actually darted away, looking in her eyes instead. Her eyes, focus on her eyes. And arms as he gently helped her with her shirt. The pants was a tricky ordeal. At first, he just kind of had to hold it, again, trying not to stare, and just… pulled up. Slow, watching her expressions to know to hold them there for a moment or keep going. Once everything was on, he stepped back and smiled, muttering, ”First time for everding, no?”

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[KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#000000; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING She really didn’t know how to go about being hunted. It felt weird being on the opposite side of the spectrum and having someone go after her did not sit well with her at all. If she were able, she’d go after whoever the hell these Radicals were. But because she was incapable, all she could do was hate them and talk about them with Remy. She was, however, planning on tracking them down and finding out who their leader was so that she could personally cut their throats and make them wish they had never gone after her. No body messed with Kinsley Duval and got away with it as long as she was alive. Her father had taught her to go after the people who tried to kill you. She couldn’t become a coward and hide from them or wait for them to attack again. Waiting for their attack put her at a disadvantage and running from her problems didn’t solve anything. But she was glad that she had Remy. He would help her track them down if she asked and if he was too busy hunting down the Ellis’ she could ask Cas or Sam for help and she’d get it from them. They were practically her family after all and she’d do the same for them if they asked for her help. But her first choice right now was Remy. She had ben working alongside him on the Ellis clan for weeks now and had grown somewhat attached to him and cared a lot about him—more than she wanted to admit. Kinsley had finally seen that side to him that he rarely showed anyone else and she liked it and she liked him. Plus they worked well together on a hunt, which was always a plus. Kinsley sometimes had a hard time working with Sam because their styles were different, but she worked in sync with Cas and Remy. There was something about the way Remy asked if he was her first choice that made her giggle a little as her cheeks got pink. She clutched her side because of the sharp pain but kept a smile on her face to try to hide it. “I’m glad,” she replied. And really she was because who else would go with her? “Who else would I ask?” she said with a raised eyebrow. Kinsley felt her heart pick up a little speed for some reason, but she ignored it. The only other time it ever did that was when Sawyer came home after work looking absolutely adorable and smelling like wet dog. Kinsley had grown used to the smell now and it no longer bothered her sensitive nose and who could be mad at someone that smelled like that if they had this giant, cute grin on their face when they opened the door? Certainly not Kinsley, that was for sure. The bruises on her body were everywhere. No matter what she moved, something hurt and she couldn’t get in that perfect position where everything was finally bearable, so she decided to screw it and go on vacation. She wouldn’t be able to stand here anymore without doing something and if she was going to have to be stuck inside doing nothing, she was damn sure not going to be stuck in a hospital, she was going on vacation. So when she got Remy to go with her it was like a victory in two ways because not only would she have company, but she would have someone to help get her in and out of clothes, which was obviously hard to do for her on her own. Thankfully it was Remy, who had seen a ton of women naked and she could at least feel somewhat comfortable around him because they were friends. If it were anyone else, like Sawyer she’d probably blush and feel self-conscious and want to do it on her own no matter how painful it was. With Remy it was different though. When he got her shirt she flinched when she saw the blood. She had thought Sawyer would have brought her a change of clothes, but then she remembered that she was checking out against medical advice and he had no idea that she was leaving so he wouldn’t have known to bring any. Kinsley hadn’t notice Remy was pulling at her hospital gown so when she felt the cold air on her body she sucked in a deep breath. Her face went red despite having thought she would feel comfortable and she bit her lip. She saw Remy look at her before moving his gaze back up to her eyes. She hid a smile by biting her lip even harder and slowly lifted her arms up above her head so he could put the shirt on her with more ease. She had to keep her breaths steady and slow to minimize the pain, and when it was finally on she felt relieved. Then came her pants, which was embarrassing because it took more time and effort and she felt more exposed than she had ever in her life. But when they were finally on and buttoned, she took a calming breath. A nervous giggle escaped her lips and she nodded. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Kinsley looked down at her bare feet and then back up at Remy with concern. “Where are my boots?” she asked. She looked around the room and saw them in the far corner of the room. “Here,” she said and walked over to them. She tried to bend down and grab them but failed to do so when her side felt a stabbing pain and she lost her ability to breathe for a few seconds. She clutched onto a nearby chair and regained her breath. “I’m going barefoot.” Kinsley started walking out the door and into the reception area so she could check out. When all of that was finally over, she walked out of the automatic doors slowly with Remy by her side. “We should go to my house so I can get some clothes and then we can go to yours. Do you want to drive my car or yours to wherever it is we’re going?” she asked, assuming they would be driving. She didn’t want to waste her money on a train or bus or plane ticket anywhere when they could just pay for gas. She was so thankful for Remy right now that she couldn’t express her gratitude. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING TAGGED

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