The Hunter and The Wolf

"Yeah, it's a secret skills we unlock you know. One day someone knocks on our door and your vision just gets much better," a small laughter left her lips while shaking her head a little bit. Her eyes looking back at him shortly as he placed himself by the doorframe. Irina wasn't hiding the fact she found him attractive, and to catch a glimpse of him seemed fair. She squatted down by the sink and started looking around. "Awe," she turned her head towards him with a smirk on her lips by this words, "you know if you just entered the room, and didn't stand out there in the cold - you will find that you left it quite steamy in here," she chuckled a bit while looking at him, keeping her eyes on him for a second longer till she returned her gaze to the search. It was pretty fair though, his first look at her had been almost the same. The fabric from the clothing she wore now was itchy on her skin because of the blood it covered from the attack earlier on. She wasn't hurt that bad at least she healed, besides she was used to taking care of her own wounds. "Found it," she picked the tube up, beneath all the other things in the box it had been hiding nicely, which made sense - there wasn't really much in the tube left at all. Irina gracefully got back up to standing and turned her eyes back to Nigel.

Irina walked closer to him, she could just have put her arm out and let him grab the ointment from her hand, but she didn't. Her eyes locked onto his made her heart skip a few beats ahead. Then she finally broke the eye contact to look at the infection, opening the tube to get some of the lotion on fingertips before applying it to his injury. Her fingers tempted to explore more than she part of the skin the tenderly cared for. "There you go,"  her eyes returned to his with a warmer smile and took a few steps back to place the ointment on the sink, still keeping her eyes on him. "Now before you go, I need a quick favor," she pointed out before placing her hands on her lips for a short moment. "My shirt has soaked up most of the blood from my back, but it's dry now - but it makes it a pain in my ass to get off," she exhaled her heart skipping one slight beat. "Don't drop your towel in excitement, it's nothing you haven't seen before." Irina chuckled in a light tease, but it was the truth.

"How many specialitets do you have?" She replied as she slowly raised a brow that fitted the slightly cheeky smile on her lips. Irina tilted her head a little to the side while watching him step closer. The werewolf licked her lips shortly while keeping her eyes locked upon his. She wasn't sure if it was the warm room that filled her body with warmth, or it was because he was close to her. His last comment made her chuckle a bit, oh the tease and the game. Irina crossed her arms and pulled the shirt over her head without even hesitating for a moment. Her body still covered in blood from the vampires she had slaughtered earlier in the afternoon, smaller wounds that were healing from being tumbled to the ground and the fight. The largest wound was from a rock that had cut along side her collarbone, but the blood from the vampires did cover it up nicely. It was her first real fight with vampires, but clearly it had been the vampires first and last encounter with a werewolf mother. "Too bloody for your taste?" She teased in a lighter chuckle as she folded the shirt slightly together.

But you’ll have to stick around to make sure that you experience them all. Irina held her breath for a small second as his eyes looked over her body, feeling her heart skip a slight beat. "Maybe I will," she replied in a lower voice. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and she was surprised by the pull she felt towards him. Just her heart skipping a few beats ahead just as he left the room. Irina breathed out and walked to the door, hearing his voice asking her a question. "Yeah, all good," she replied and closed the door. Irina placed her forehead on the door and took a deeper breath in. Then she took a few steps back and undressed to get in the shower. A smile blossomed up on her lips and she shook her head a little bit. Her heart feeling so warm, and she hoped the running water would wash it off. She washed the blood of her body, along with the thoughts of the fight and the killing. Irina spend more time in the shower than she first thought, as the events from tonight came back to surface and forced her to deal with it. She finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body, using her hand to wipe the mirror clean from the damp the steam had caused. She looked at herself for a small second and breathed out. The smaller wounds healing up, making it look like nothing had happened tonight. Irina jumped in a long black dress, she mostly used it when she was sleeping over at people's houses or if she just needed something comfy. She ran her hand through the wet dark brown hair and left a small sigh. Then she made her exit from the bathroom, and walked out to the kitchen just to get a glass of water. Her hearing got focused to the basement and the sound of a washing machine followed by his scent, so she walked down to the basement. "So, is this your secret lair?" She asked in a teasing manner.

"Yeah, tea sounds good," she replied in a lower voice as he walked past her upstairs again. She followed him up there and took a deeper breath in. Irina could feel him being slightly distracted, she didn't blame him through. Her attention was everywhere right now as well, listening to Mila sleeping, having to think about what had happened tonight and everything in between. "Yeah," she replied to his question and scratched the back of her head a little bit. With that little experience with the supernatural, Irina was lucky that Nigel had been out there. If the other hunters had come before him, she had no idea what would have happened to Mila. She sat down by that thought and ran her hand over her the left side of her face shortly. Irina pushed the thought out of her head again, she couldn't allow herself to think like that, and she couldn't allow herself to be sloppy about how she kept her and Mila safe. Transforming had been the only way to protect herself and Mila, and she wouldn't apologize for that. It wasn't the first time she had taken a life for her self-preservation but it didn't mean she enjoyed it or wanted to. She couldn't imagine the hunter life was easy, but perhaps you got used to it. Just like she had gotten used to all the dirty work she had done for Matthew back in the day - it just stayed with you. "A penny for your thoughts?"

"Right," she replied in an almost whisper as she took a deeper breath in. She didn't mind he didn't want to go deeper into it, they didn't know each other it wasn't like she expected him to tell her his entire life story - she sure wasn't going to tell too much, she liked having her cards closed, if she didn't tell much then she couldn't get hurt. And she had done plenty of that. Anyway, she gave him credit for trying to small talk with her, it even made her smile a bit. "That is a good one actually," she pointed out and placed her hands slightly around the cup, letting her finger tips slightly tab on the mug, "but barbecue beef fillet with curry butter - I can't make it, but it sure as hell is delicious - I will tell you that," she laughed shortly at herself and let go of the cup to lean back in the seat. It was sometime since she had just sat back and talked to. Even if they were both tired, Irina was mostly just tired, but she liked sitting up and talk to someone when she had the chance.

But feelings were overrated and she didn't have time to get too emotional about stuff, there was things she needed to do. It was only at times like this she actually had a moment to herself where she could just sit and be herself. And yet all she did was listening to Mila breathing. Living with the fear that one day Matthew would break in somewhere and take her, just to end up selling her to Bratva or to make money. Things like that kept her up at night and she had to always be strong enough to handle what ever could be thrown at her. That part was unspoken, but she could sense that in him, the fighter and survivor that just kept going no matter how many hits that was thrown his way. It was odd how the silence between them didn't feel like silence, but like thousand of words just being yelled in her ears, almost surprising her. "How is your daughter?" She then asked, one of the things that had gotten her to trust him was that fact. He was a father, and like most parents - their children were always a spot you could get them to talk about, mostly because almost every parent were proud of their kid.

"Otherwise one day, I will get the recipe just right, and I will invite you over for dinner or something," she chuckled a bit. Irina was trying to improve her cooking skills, she just didn't really had time to do a lot. She was just lucky she could cook a little bit, making sure Mila actually got what she needed.

Her smile lighted up as she saw how his eyes started to shine with proudness. Irina took another sip of her tea, it was nice having someone to talk to in the late evenings. Even though she was tired and just wanted to sleep, she found herself wanting to get to know him more. Irina didn't have many people who would sit with her after Mila was sleeping or would take the time to actually just sit down with her and talk. Irina listened to his story, about how him and his daughter's mother had split. She wasn't going to ask why or what had happened, she knew better than to dig up in difficult events - more than most. She was seventeen now, a light chuckle left the werewolf's lips. She could see by the look of his eyes he just realized how quickly time passed and as he stated it as well. Irina couldn't agree more, time did really move fast. Too fast sometimes if you asked her.  Athena academy. She recalled having heard about that place before and if she remembered correctly Lucas worked there now. "No, I can imagine that," she escaped a shorter laugh taking another sip of the tea.

"I split with Mila's father just before having her, duo to difficult events, she has never met him. It has just been her and me, with help from my family of course," she took a deeper breath in. It was always easy to be judged by being a single mother, but she felt comfortable telling him it also given he most likely had figured some of it out. Matthew didn't deserve a place in Mila's life. She didn't want him in Mila's life, not after the mess he had created and what he had done. Perhaps one day, she would get to explain further, and Nigel wouldn't think she just had made a selfish choice to keep Mila from her father. "I was turned into a werewolf a month after she was born, I didn't know the supernatural was real till then. But I managed to you know, deal with everything. I would say I'm doing pretty good," she chuckled a bit letting a little smirk sneak up upon her lips. It was a long time ago now, not saying she was okay with it - but she had learned to live with it and accepted it.

It was true. Parenthood was hard enough at it were, having to make the choices that was best for Mila, and she was still confident that she had made the best possible choice. Even if it had meant leaving behind the life she had made in Russia. The softer smile on his lips made her smile grow a little bit bigger, and she giggled a little bit as he burned himself on the tea. "Don't worry, no burned palate on my watch," she licked her lips followed by a light chuckle.

Telling someone that she was a werewolf or when she had been turned wasn't something that happened often. She had raised Mila in a normal world, and it had only been after meeting Selene that Irina had learned to master her control. How she had done it was another great mystery, but she had done it. Irina breathed out and a slightly proud smile snuck up on her lips as he confessed it was bloody amazing that she had continued despite everything. How are you still doing so well as you look like you are doing? Irina took a slight deeper breath in and licked her lips repeating the question in her mind for a second. "I.. I don't know. I took a little while to get the hang of it before I even understood what was going on with me," she took a slightly sharper breath in and folded her lips, holding onto her lower lip with her front teeth for a second before letting go. "I don't know, I went on a very low after I was bitten. But I knew there was a chance of me losing her if I didn't push through, and I was lucky to meet another werewolf a few weeks after my first transformation. I don't know where I would have been without," she added with a small shrug. It was the truth however, she had been so scared and terrified not knowing or understanding what had happened to her. "I guess now it's mostly just autopilot," she chuckled a bit while shaking her head slightly.