Blood [Open]

Irene sighed in relief as Brendon said that he didn't see any bites. She would know if the wolf had bit her soon enough, though. From what she'd heard, werewolf bites were quite painful, and the adrenaline from the fight would soon wear off, letting her feel every single unhealed scratch. "I'm glad too." She smiled just slightly, bringing herself up to her feet.

"A hybrid?" That was probably her first encounter with a hybrid, and Irene hadn't liked it very much. "Why did he attack us? We're no threat to him, are we?"

I looked at her and said, "It's of me .... I have refused Klaus's deal, and now he's after me - great," I said sarcastically. It was my fault that Irene almost got killed. "I've got to go. If I stay here with you. They'll keep coming, if we don't split up." I said, trying to smile. I dashed off through the woods, leaving Irene. I couldn't go back - not with Klaus on my trail. He would kill her - I know that all too well. After all, he did kill me.

Irene watched for a second as Brendon ran away. She didn't know exactly why, but she felt the need to protect him. Maybe it was because he was so young and reminded her so much of the fact that a long time before she'd had her own kids to take care of and protect. A long, long time before.

Finally coming out of her trance, she wondered how Brendon could be so stupid. He stood no chance alone. Against one, maybe two hybrids, yes, but not against all the ones that would surely come after him if he'd refused a deal with Klaus. There would be a whole army of them after him, and Irene didn't even want to imagine what they'd want to do to him. She ran after Brendon, full speed so that she didn't lose him in the forest.