[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine watched as he undressed, not able to stop herself. She watched how his muscles rippled under his skin, the ease with which he did everything. With a mental slap she brought herself back down to earth. She would never have him. "So, um, I'll be down the hall if you need anything." She stood there awkwardly, looking everywhere but at him. "Um, goodnight." She turned and begn to leave, hand on the door handle to shut it behind herself.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"Night," He munbled. When the door was closed, he pulled his pants off, stripped down to boxers, in slid beneath the blankets. For the first time in a long tine, he had nightmares, couldn't sleep.

And that voice didn't shut up, laughter in his head as the long hours passed, dragging by slowly.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She stood outside his door, as if debating opening it again. With a snarl she spun away, telling herself off. What in the hell was she hoping for? 'Please Laine, stay'? What a riot. After tonight he would want nothing to do with her, and she couldn't blame him. She had just turned his world upside down. Stalking down the hall she went into her office. This was another thing she had splurged on. Monitors were everywhere, giving her the ability to have many things up at once. With a sigh she sat down, Dante shortly after jumping into her lap. She turned on the central monitor and started what looked to be a very long night. The least she could do was try and help Tybalt figure out what he was.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt only lasted a few hours before it grew to be too much. He padded out of the room in his boxers, running a hand through his hair with a stressed sigh. Glancing around, he found Laine in the other room and sauntered towards her, taking a seat silently and glancing at the computer screen.

"Anything?" He mumbled, holding his head. He had a headache. None of this felt real.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine's eyes burned slightly from staring at the bright monitors for hours. She had hoped to get a dna test for him, but even with her connections that would take over two weeks. Instead she had run facial recognition software and run tests on his parent's faces. It had taken longer than she thought it would.

Her grey eyes stayed glued to the screen when she heard her bedroom door open, the whisper of his feet on her wooden floor. Only when he had spoken did she turn to look, and wished she hadn't. He was only in boxers, and they left little to the imagination. Turning quickly away to face the monitors again she replied, "yes and no." She knew his 'father' was not his father, but had no idea who it could be.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt sighed, stretching as he leaned back for a moment, closing his eyes. Again he straightened up as he opened them, glancing her way, then back towards the monitor.

"And?" He mumbled, not caring what he was told now, even if it ended up being somewhat disturbing. He was hearing things-he hadn't told her but he was.
Had he really been lied to?

Shaking his head, he rested his elbows on his knees and folded his hands in front of him. 'This it crazy. I'm fucking going crazy.'

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She looked at him with sorrow in her eyes. "And I don't know who, or what your father is Tybalt. I can't find any hint of who it could be." She watched him with despair. She wanted so badly to help, but there was nothing she could do. When he folded his hands in front of him she took a chance, and for the fist time since she bit him, reached out to him and actually touched him. It was like a shock running through her, just this contact, and she didn't know how to feel about that. "I'm sorry."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt gazed down at her hand when she touched him. "Not your fault.." He rasped, clearing his throat. He dropped his head with a soft breath. "They really did lie.." He mumbled, more to himself than anything. He didn't know what to think.

He was something inhuman and not even a damned vampire could figure it out. Should he call his mom? He hadn't talked to her in months, a sudden ring demanding answers, would it even get him anywhere?

Sighing again, he ran a hand through his dark hair, caught up in the disbelief of it all.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

A soft smile lit up her face when Tybalt did not flinch away from her hand, or push it away completely. It faded though when he spoke again. Once again someone had hurt him, and it made a part of her ache. If she didn't know better she would have said her heart, but all feeling in that had died along with her first husband. So what did she feel for this human that was not?

She couldn't stop herself when he ran a hand through his hair. She had to reach out to him again, touch more of him. She brushed his shaggy hair out of his face and behind his ear. "I know it's not much, and you probably couldn't care less, but I'm here for you."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"I could care less.." He murmured, smiled faintly over at her. "Sorry..I'm not usually like this..always think I have my shit together, but this-...this is rough.."

Absently, perhaps out of habit, he shook out his hair again and it once more fell in his face. He was at a loss. "Maybe I should call my mother..haven't talked to her in awhile...maybe I can get answers." But he found himself suddenly pissed at her for never telling him. A phone call could end in disaster at this point.