So about the broken window, I can explain

Dedicated to  @Walter

DATE | 17 of August 2021
WEATHER | Windy, cold and a light drizzle
TIME | Late, after 10 pm
ATTIRE | Outfit

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What a time it had been the last couple of months, no years really. No rest for the wicked really had a whole other meaning for a woman like Hope. Because she hadn’t rested, she hadn’t stopped or taken a break after she had been separated from her family after stepping through the portal. All alone in a world she didn’t understand. But she had quickly found a purpose, helping people, and becoming strong enough to protect her family in this new world. Only to find the village her parents and sister should have been in, burned down. And on top of it all. Now she had been God damn stabbed.

So, what would any rational person do? They would have called emergency or gone to the hospital. But, living on the downlow for such a long time, she had instead broken into a home that had been empty this night and placed herself in the bathroom At least she had the remedies to close it, but it meant sowing it shut. With a grimace she pulled of the jacket, after that rolling her blouse up over the wound in her lower abdomen. Wincing as the fabric was caught in the stab wound. Bloody hunters.

She was in the middle of stitching her wound together as she heard the door. The took in a deep breath, the aura was very much that like a werewolf. She could feel it. Bloody hell. He would know she was in here the moment that he took step through the door, maybe even before. She looked down at her bloody hands and then rolled her eyes. Well. All she could do was continue and hope she could explain herself out of it.

It was late and Walter had been visiting Elisabeth for once. It had been quite ‘wild’ for once, with her commanding him to lay down and talk. He had explained that he might have to go for a while, and that Elisabeth might have to be in charge of everything until he came back. It was a weird thing to be talking about with her, because normally he would just talk to Romeo about it – but he wasn’t there anymore. Dead and buried. Walter had told her now, so that she would have some time to learn the things she had to do as a substitute – and there was a lot. Poor woman. He hadn’t even explained that there was a chance he wasn’t coming back, but she would figure that out. That was what Walter had done once Selene had died. He had waited and wished for her reappearance, but when she didn’t appear, he eventually just had to live without her. Move on. Walter had also been thinking about asking Selene if she was going to come fully back into the pack or not, now that it had been a couple of months, but something told him that she had a lot to think about lately and if she wanted to come back into the pack, she would know that she could just ask. Walter was there for her.

So, he had gone home from the forest side with a whole lot of thoughts in his mind and as he got closer to his home, he noticed a new smell. Not that it alarmed him since he had neighbors and the smell could belong to a guest or something. But as he got closer, it seemed like the smell only got stronger towards his house and… there was blood close to his garden. He furrowed his brows while he searched his house from the outside while he approached it from the forest side. A broken window, really? A burglar fairy had paid him a visit?

This was going to be fun. He huffed a little and went on to the front side of the home before he locked himself in. The smell of the fairy was so much stronger, almost as if a normal human walked into a perfumery. He sighed with a little growl and took off his jacket before he started to follow the strong scent leading into his bathroom – and there she was. Stitching a wound? He rolled his eyes of her. “Do you need a hand?” he wondered and was already thinking about removing the pain from her. How had he become so generous to stranger who just barged into his house like they owned it?

Hope stopped what she was doing as she heard the low growl, but it didn’t seem like he was storming towards her, no he was. She stopped her thought process before it picked up again. He was taking off his jacket? Her eyes shifted a little form side to side, this was not how she expected it to go, but she then picked up her stitching herself together again, only to stop once more as he opened the door to the bathroom. The man standing there starring at her was an absolute tree. Her brown eyes slowly glided from his feet towards his face and gave him a half smile. Okay so this wasn’t really the best look, not only had she broken in. But she was dripping blood all over his white surface here in the bathroom. Of course, a person would be mad, wait. She shook her head as if she didn’t believe what she had just heard. “Do I need a hand?” she asked a little puzzled and looked down at her bloody fingers as she then looked back up. A soft chuckle left her “Well, that was not what I was expecting” she replied quite honestly licking her lips “Just need to close it up, then I’ll be okay” she then looked at the blood “And, I will clean up of course” she felt how her fingers trembled a little not really sure how to feel about all of this. “Sorry I broke in, it was quite the emergency, as you might have noticed” she mumbled and then leaned back to finish up the last of the job before she pulled a small scissor and clipped the string after making sure it wouldn’t be able to open up again.

She pressed her brows together in pain and got up on her feet, looking again at the tall werewolf. The air around him was so weird, it wasn’t normally she found purebloods so collected when someone broke in on their turf. “Do this happen often to you?” she had to ask because even none werewolves wouldn’t be this calm.

She eyed him from feet to his eyes. Well, maybe she wasn’t used to people being so much taller than her. After all, he was quite close to two meters. The way she shook her head made him raise his brows a little. She clearly didn’t understand that the first thing he wished to do was to help her. He couldn’t hit a wounded girl, could he now? “Of course you hadn’t expected that,” he said and rolled his eyes a little. Walter had always had quite the attitude, but who he showed it to had been quite different. Besides, some alphas might just have a way shorter fuse than him. After all, his powers helped a lot on his anger management. She stated what she was going to do; stitch herself up and clean up. He put a hand on her shoulder as she continued to stich herself up. She wasn’t missing a whole lot, but the damage she had and the pain she felt was more than enough to make the job difficult for her. ”I’ve noticed,” he said and took away her pain. After all, he healed quite a lot faster than she did. He could feel things hurt but thought there was no real damage. Feeling the pain also left him wondering how the hell she had ended up like this.

He offered a hand as she wanted to get up, and would let go of her hand as soon as she had found her way up, moving a little backwards to give her a little space to move around. After all he didn’t know how much she knew about his place nor how long she had stayed there. And if she wanted to clean up the mess she had made, she might want to walk a little around. “Does this happen often to me?” he repeated rhetorically looking at her with raised brows, “That fairies break into my home to stich themselves up?” he added frowning a little, “No,” he snarled a little. “How did you even get stabbed?” he asked and crossed his arms.

Everything she did pointed to him in the direction of her enjoying his company. It was provoking and he was wondering whether or not he needed to prove to her that she needed to respect the man in front of her. Though, there was something about this that somehow made him think that she was just joking around, and that she actually respected him, or was it just because he hadn’t picked up a fight with her?

She explained her story of how she had gotten stabbed and he nodded a little, not really pulling on any grimace as she gestured to all of her being the vampire’s favorite snack. The she changed the topic to the cleaning, and he gave her a little nod before he walked into his kitchen and started to find the things she had asked about. “Wise choice to go to the hunters and break into a house right after,” he mumbled a little. He simply just hoped that it wouldn’t put a mark on his home, because he really didn’t want for this to be a target. Members of his pack usually went over here, and he also had Selene who came by and… Yeah, no. This wasn’t very smart, especially not when he was planning to leave soon, and Elisabeth would have to take care of everything.
With bleach and a sponge he went back to her and handed her it. “Don’t disappoint me,” he said, and as soon as she had taken the things he stepped a little away and leaned against the nearest wall watching her not fuck more things up.

Walter listened as she explained why he shouldn’t worry about the hunters. She had taken care of them. He couldn’t help but look somewhat surprised. So, she was a baddie, sure thing. As she said that she wouldn’t make more trouble than she already was, he finally couldn’t help but pull on a little crooked smile. She was so stupid, “It’s good that you know what you are… Trouble,” he said, though with a little smile on his face. He liked that.
He chuckled a little and furrowed his brows as she said he was an interesting person. “You don’t pay for a thing,” he interrupted her, to assure her. When she had done her things and gone away, he would take care of the things like he wanted it to be taken care of. He didn’t want to wave a bill after her, trying to find her and everything. Nah, he just wanted this to be his own project, though of course she could help now that she was already there, just like she did. Cleaning up blood.
He licked his lips once before he went back to the kitchen to grab a bucket and went back to her. “Here,” he said handing her the bucket while she was cleaning on all fours. He crossed his arms again and watched her. As she looked towards him and asked about the work she was doing, he nodded, pressing his lips together. He didn’t believe she would be doing a good enough job, and besides from that, he needed to be sure she wasn’t going to cause any more trouble, like ruining his sink, shower, or anything alike.

He shook his head to reassure her that she didn’t need to pay for anything. It would be too much trouble, and he didn’t want to have ‘her bills’ hanging over him. It was such a hassle. Even though he stood nearby and watched her get the job done, it wasn’t really like he kept an eye on her. He simply just wanted to make sure she didn’t do something stupid or be there if she needed some other utensils. Who knew how much damage she could cause if he let her be alone? She had already done so much.
Eventually she turned her attention to him and he looked down at her watching the places where she had been bleeding. “Acceptable. Just don’t bleed on my floor again,” he said and stretched his arms forward to take the bucket and the bleach. It wasn’t an invitation to come by, but if she really needed a place to seek shelter… She could get in for a couple of hours. “How long have you been here?” he wondered with a slight frown.