Seth looked at Max with a boyish grin showing through his beard, which was beginning to get rather bushy. He hadn't had time to shave lately. "I'm fine. I'm in good enough shape to help track down Rose. We need her. For Travis."
Travis was still alive, but barley. The blood flowing from his neck was running dry, and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He was terrified. What was he thinking, they had to find some way to stop this or Travis would be the end of them all. His fangs kept wildly retracting in and out, and all he could see were the pulsating veins in...Max's...neck... The Lycan was Max...not possible, he'd never smelt Lycan on her before. He tried to scream, but when he flexed the muscles in his thorat, more blood shot out.
He felt no pain, he knew, if he was a human, he would be dead or in so much pain he would wish he was dead. But then again, he knew if he was human, none of this would have happened.
Where was Rose...she had left him. He was so confused. All he had seen of the team were Max and Seth, and he ahd already tried to kill them both. Why had he done this...what was wrong. He eyed the blood flowing from his neck with his faint vision and thought back on the E-mail he had recieved from the the mysterious Director. He didn't want this curse anymore, and the Director probabaly knew how to cure it. He needed to give the Director his blood, so he could be just himself once more.
Both times he had been touched, his fangs extended, but he fought of the urge to do harm with all his might. He could not hurt these people...they were trying to help him, but he needed to eat, and he was losing his own blood too quickly.
"He has to eat. If he doesn't eat, the bloodloss will kill him. God, why did I pull the trigger?" Seth sat down next to he bed, taking his weight off his leg. It stung quite a bit. He looked at Travis, feeling a sense of guilt. If he dies, it'll be my fault...
Although he lowered his gun, he still kept a finger on the trigger. He watched in horror as Travis sunk his fangs into Max. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. Every second was excrutiatingly long, and closer to Seth wanting to shoot. he felt an instinctive protection for Max.