Darron flinched at the anger in her voice. He bit his lip so he wouldn't come back with something sarcastic. He felt her hands on his and watched her go to talk to the hunters. He grinned when his sensitive ears heard them leave. He stood and walked to the window, peering out of the curtain. Sure enough, they left, but three hunters still walked the streets in shifts. He gritted his teeth, he could get past them. He would have to kill them, but he could get past them. He noticed a few still watching the apartment. "They're watching the door, they don't give up that easy, we'll be lucky if they don't bother you anymore," He said softly, moving away from the window. He slipped his hands into his jean pockets and let his hazel eyes drift around the apartment.

His stomach growled harshly, sending him a wave of nausea. He grimaced. He hadn't eaten since the night before. He needed something, his eyes fell on the woman he then tore them away. No, no, no, no! He scolded himself. He wondered if she had any raw meat, that would work well. A rare steak or something. He shook his head and decided not to request anything from her. She had already done enough. "I'm Darron..." He introduced, looking at her before moving his gaze elsewhere again. He couldn't think of her as food, she had saved his life. But it would be so easy... He continued to have a subconscious battle. It would be sooo easy, Darron! Just tear her apart! The human in him retorted, Darron! Don't you dare! She saved your life! You owe her the same! Nothing in your promise mentioned killing normal, defenseless young women!

Darron growled and punched the wall in his anger, leaving a dent. He sighed, he would be okay now, he would make himself okay. No, he better leave. He looked to the woman, a thankful grin on his lips. "Listen, you've done enough for me already. If you need anything... Well, yeah." He told her with a grin, hoping she got the point. He headed for the door, his hand gripping the handle for a few moments, knowing he would be greeted by at least three hunters. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and let it out, calming himself. He looked up, his eyes red, his arm muscles tensed to rip open the door and show these mother fuckers what he was made of...

Darron had twisted the handle, only to let it go at the site of meat. He let out a groan, he shouldn't, he should go. It would be best for Annette. But, he took the plate, taking a bite of one of the meats, his sharper teeth bit right through it. His eyes faded back to hazel slowly as he took another bite of a different meat, quickly picking out his favorite and devouring it. He kept his manners in check though, eating slowly then he wanted to. It was ingrained into his mind he had to eat quickly or some other werewolf would smell it and challenge him for it. He always liked a challenge, but fighting for every scrap of meat you could scrounge up was a pain in the ass. He gave an instinctive look around, leaning against the door he was so willing to tear out of a moment ago.

Darron then wondered slightly what her motives were. He glanced at her. He finished all the meat on his plate, his hunger satisfied enough. Good way to subdue a werewolf, feed it. He walked slowly into the kitchen and washed his plate and placed it in the dish drainer. He was torn between leaving, and staying. She obviously wanted him to stay. Why? It was all a mystery to him, he shook his head, walking back into the living area. He looked at his finger nails. "Aw, damn it..." He mumbled, his finger nails had grown into claws. They always did this if he didn't clip them. He reached up, his fingertips gently gliding over his razor sharp teeth. He grimaced, pulling back his finger, a spot of blood on it. He needed to file his teeth soon too, either that or grind them on a bone. For if he didn't his teeth would hurt him, besides, he wanted to keep himself well-kept.

He walked over to the couch and sat on the edge, his elbows rested on his knees, he laced his fingers together. He turned his hazel eyes to Annette, a smirk tugging on his lips as he watched her a moment. "Ok, you have me here. I don't intend to leave... Now what?" He asked, his tones teasing and slightly playful. He chuckled and looked to the window, the curtain still slightly pulled open. The mood was nearly full, the very next night would be a full moon. He swallowed hard. He looked over at Annette and stood. He walked over to her and got eye level with her, he gently grabbed her shoulders, his face and tone serious. "Tomorrow, you need to be in here by dusk, not nightfall. You need to keep the lights turned off. If you have anything silver, keep it near you or with you at all times. I have something you can use..." He reached into a sheath that was tied to his boot. He pulled out a silver bladed dagger by the handle. The handle wasn't silver. He handed it to her. "Stab any werewolf that comes at you, even if it's me. Aim for the heart. It will make them go unconscious, retract the knife after, and sever the head. Don't trust anyone..." He instructed quietly, standing and leaving the knife with her. His stern hazel eyes searched hers to see if she understood, and would comply...

'Your my friend..' Those words repeated themselves inside his head for quite a while. He blinked. No one had ever said that to him before, no one. No one gave a shit. Especially not about him. Now, all of a sudden having someone caring about him after all these years was more than a little weird. He shook it off. Speaking even more sternly, but gently. "You saw what happened when you ran from me not an hour ago. I could control it slightly then. While I'm changed, I can't control myself at all. I won't even notice you, I would just try to tear right through you, you should do the same," He told her, not liking writing out his own death warrant, so to speak. He swallowed hard. "A locked door, and a shut window will not stop a werewolf. If that bullet hadn't hit me, I would have leaped through the window. Silver bars would be a smart thing for you to install for your door and windows. Including the weak points in the apartment that werewolves might could break through. Beasts like me are very, very strong..." He let his words trail off, averting his eyes from Annette he looked to the nearly full moon again.

Darron walked slowly over to the window, drawing the curtain fully. He didn't want to think about the night ahead. He closed his eyes tight. Tomorrow night, he had a job to do, slay hunters. He was going to try to stay as far away from Annette as he could. "If you really don't want to kill me, I'm the only werewolf with green marks on black fur. My eyes are one of the few that glows red as well. If you see me, hide, and stay hidden. But if I attack you... It's survival of the fittest. Understand?" He looked at her again. His hazel eyes watching her. "I don't want to hurt you, Annette. Your my friend too, y'know..."