[IC] the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel would continue to mutter and mumble in her sleep. At one point, she fell off of the furniture and onto the floor with a thud. She groaned and opened her eyes.

[amberly]

Andrew returned with two bowls of porridge and raised his eyebrow at her new location. He set one of the bowls and a spoon down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He took up his usual place in his favorite chair facing the window.

"Are you still planning to starve to death? I need to know, because it puts a definite time limit on how long I have to plead my case before you're gone."

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel growled.
"Why would I trust anything YOU make?"
Besides, she hated porridge, she thought, it was disgusting.

[amberly]

"I saved your life, remember? I'm not going to waste perfectly good food poisoning you."

Andrew finished off his steaming bowl and then picked up the other. It had cooled on the table to a perfect temperature for scarfing down one spoonful after another. Stacking the dishes on a tray he pulled the key to her bonds from his pocket. He nelt down beside her leaving only the chains around her wrists.

"Now, shall we go see those wolves?" He asked pulling her arms trying to get her on her feet.

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel growled, choosing not to say a word. She would not make it easy as he took her to see those wolves. She did her best to hold her breath and such. Although, she was questioning other things by this point.

[amberly]

After she'd had the chance to take in the whole scene Andrew brought her along as he dragged one of the wolves around the house to the burn pile.

"See these branches are bone dry too. He tapped one with his foot and it snapped in half. Any living thing I touch bare skinned ends up like this. It doesn't need any other kindling to burn, a single match will light it all." He explained before risking a question "Does it really smell that terrible?"

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel huffed. The smell was not the reason why she was holding her breath. She stopped only to say one thing:
"you'd notice it."

A hawk decided to dive bomb her again at that moment, since they had passed under its' nest.

[amberly]

"Back! Get back!" Andrew shouted at the bird. He turned to face Angel waving his free arm above her head swatting at the bird.

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel blinked. She gasped. She started to trip backwards. She started to fall to the ground after that.

[amberly]

Andrew turned his attention from the bird to the woman. He reached down to hold one of her arms in each of his hands trying to catch her mid-air. He stepped forward with one leg in an effort to keep his balance and support the weight of another person.

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel gasped when he seemed to catch her. She blinked and looked at him. She frowned and raised an eyebrow.

[amberly]

Andrew frowned back at her expression. He straightened up and pulled her upright. With one arm looped through hers he began walking toward the house.

"I don't know what has gotten into that hawk. You must have threatened it yesterday. Aren't you glad I'm not trying to peck your eyes out?"

He watched for another attack, ready to defend her from it again as needed.

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel sighed and looked away as he led her back into the castle. She muttered something about hawks always having hated her family for generations. She frowned still. She kept silent for a bit after that.

[amberly]

Andrew attached a chain to her ankle once they were inside. "You can watch me from the window if you'd like to supervise." He told her before going back out.

He carried one wolf carcass after another over to the burn pile. All the while wondering about that woman. What had she meant about Hawks hating her family? What could be done about the imposter killing local villagers? Could he convince her to go after them instead of wanting to kill him? And if that was the case, what on Earth was he going to feed her?

Standing at the burn pile he cast a fleeing glance back at her window. Striking a match he tossed it on the heap and shoved his hands in his pockets, watching it until there was nothing left but ashes.

He returned inside leaning against the open door frame of the parlor. "You said the bodies in town had a peculiar smell, any other distinctive traits? How were they killed?"

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel growled low the entire way back. She glared daggers when he attached that chain to her ankle. She continued to act rather furious before and after he left, and even after he returned. She blinked and thought 'how dare he continue to question?!' She growl low again before saying anything at all.

"shriveled, disgusting, like those wolves."
Angel still glared at him.
"burned....falling apart.....freshly killed but like they had been out there for days."

[amberly]

"Like me, but not me." He furrowed his brows turning to lean his back against the door jamb. "And they hired you to stop me. But the killing would continue if it is someone cursed like me. Unless they can learn to control it. But why would there be two of us? Who could the other one be? Someone that hasn't been noticed... The skin is extremely obvious, no way to hide it. It would have to be a stranger, in hiding, but wouldn't someone notice something? I need to find out if that's possible." He concluded his rambling not knowing if he was anywhere close to the right answer or not, but at least it was a place to start. But what was he going to do with her?

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel sighed. She continued to glare. However, she had stopped struggling. Her arms had started to turn red from rubbing against the chains she had been tied up with. She looked away after a while. She did not respond to his rambling. Suddenly, her stomach growled. But, she tried to ignore it.

[amberly]

Mmmm lunch was a good idea he decided hearing the rumble and took himself down to the kitchen. But recalling Angel's rejection of breakfast he thought better of it.

A few minutes later he was back in the parlor releasing her feet. "What do you like to cook Angel? Perhaps my kitchen pantry can accommodate you. I'll even do all the cutting and chopping to help with the process."

[Vampiretwilight]

Angel narrowed her eyes. She huffed.
"I don't cook."
She turned her head away. She was looking away from him again, despite him releasing her feet.

[amberly]

Andrew looked up at her "Do you eat normal human food? Or is that yet another weird thing about your family? Unique, I mean unique thing about your family."