Tyrin brought his cauldron to the boil and sprinkled in various herb concoctions. He licked the spoon and fell into semi-pleasure before completing the potion with various potent ingrediants. He waved his wand and the spoon stirred it round and round. It was night, and a full moon. At this stage was the only way to get a mature pleasure potion. He glanced vaguely at the other cauldron where he brewed Dorien's cure. He had emptied Dorien's potion, the fool didnt know he had kept a backup supply.

*Kiley had ransformed not long ago and she was walking around towards the cave that she normally slept in when she was taking her wolfsbane potion and she was in her right mind. However, something caught her eye, a fire off in the distance. Currious, Kiley started over to investigate. Once she was close enough she got down on her belly and crawled so that she could see who it was. Kiley stepped on a twig and it made a loud snap. She froze, luckly, still in the shadows*

The snapping twig was loudened with various charms and Tyrin heard it as a rocket explosion. He turned, not able to notice where the sound was coming from. Was it just a bird or woodland animal? If it was a centaur he had his wand ready, he would kill it - it would hurt him, it had not right, it shouldnt... He trailed off in thought and began to dart around trying to find the noise source.

*Kiley stayed crouched under the bush untill he came near. She could see who it was, so she kept hidden for now. She knew, in the back of her mind, that if he actually started to look instead of tuhndering about, that he would easily find her.*

Tyrin stopped, he had spotted two great eyes peering up from some bracken - a creature of some sort. He had his wand up in an instant, a few curses on the edge of his tongue. He made it known that he had seen it and nodded his head to signal it to reveal itself. He backed away, scared - if it was a beast...

*Kiley knew that he had spotted her. She slowly crawled out, crouched down as if she was to attack or run. When Kiley spotted his wand up she raised the hackle on the back of her neck and growled, showing her teeth. She had no intention of attacking him. She just wanted to scare him off so that he wouldn't persue her when she ran off*

Tyrin backed away like a cornered animal, breath leaving him momentarily. He retreated quickly until he reached a thicket. He was cornered with a wolf... no a werewolf before him. His fear soon contorted into hatred. Why should things live that are more powerful than he? He lunged forward lashing his wand through the air - a nonverbal sectumsempra. It was instinct, eat or be eaten.

*Kiley had not been expecting this. She had jumped back from him and twisted slightly in the air. She was hit in the side, where her ribs were. She started bleeding immediatly, and pretty profusely. (sp) Kiley whimpered and snarled at him before darting off into the forest, leaving a trail of blood*

"Accio Broom," a Hogwarts Comet 360 hovered beside him from behind a tree. he had stolen it from Hooch. He mounted it and bolted off, following the trail of blood. It repulsed him, he was sick with fear but it was hunt or be hunted. He must discover who this werewolf was. By force if necessary. He would witness the retransformation as its master. He span through the air dodging trees and debris, cutting his foot on some spindles. As much as it ached it wouldn't matter. All that mattered was him and his prey.

And it was closer, the putrid dogged smell. He saw it, bounding away. He soared after it sending several more cutting spells through the air.

*The majority of them missed, since both Tyrin and Kiley were moving. She yipped as she was hit on on her back between her shoulders. Kiley ran and took cover in a cave, hoping he wouldn't follow, but knowing she could probably hide in there or attack if necessary*

Round the corner and she would be there, it must be a dead end. Then, gone. He hovered in mid air with a face like a smacked arse. He dismounted and looked around, rocky crags punctuated by trees.

He took shelter under an old yew and shivered. He watched befor ehim and noticed a small hole, a cave with crags far too horrible for human access, but perfect for a slithering wolf filth. He would not sleep he cast a shield around himself and heated the air inside. He waited and waited until the sun rose and morning began.

*At sunrise, Kiley crawled out of the cave, badly injured. She was holding her side, which was terribly painful. The blood was soaked through her clothes. As she stumbled back through the forest, Kiley didin't notice Tyrin, she was so focused on her own pain.*

And then he saw it through his blurred and weak eyes - a girl, bloodied up. He smiled at his own wandwork. He stood up and moved, his shield moved with him.

The Stewert girl, the one he had warded off int he astronomy tower. A werewolf... impossible. He shivered and clenched his teeth. He walked right up to her and aimed a belter with his foot at her leg.

His wand trained on her, he said, "Kiley, you should have said something. I could have...helped you sooner." He kicked another blow.

*Kiley was taken by suprise and she fell to the ground. She cried out and curled up when she was kicked.* "Please....don't....." *She cried, whimpering. She knew it was Tyrin and she knew that he knew her secret. She already felt like she wanted to die, and she wished that he would just leave her*

"Dont what?" He said in a concerned tone. He knelt down to her and stroked her wounds. He almost helped her up but then remembered what she could turn into and punched one of her open wounds. A werewolf. A great power, an uncontrollable power. A werewolf could destroy him in one blow, resistant to magic. Werewolves should be destroyed. Especially one so young.. He was about to raise his wand then...

What if they can be controlled? There was a glint in his eyes now and a handsome smile formed. We should he destroy a tool? THey should be imprisoned, degraded and turned into a Wizard's servant. Yes, they were powerful - but Wizards were too. They were vermin, but potent ones.

A silver knife formed from the tip of his wand. he took it and slashed through an already open wound wanting to deepen it. He held it there.

*Kiley cried out in pain, tears streaking down her face. She withered in pain and reached up, trying to grab at his robes. She felt the cloth beneath her fingers and tried to hold on* "Please Tyrin.....don't...." *She said weakly* "Just let me go..."

"Hush," he whispered like he was talking to a moron. "You need to learn when to listen and when to shut your f*cking mouth." He removed the knife and noticed the blood level.

"If I go any deeper I might just touch your filthy little werewolf bones. Hell? Why not?" And he plummeted the knife as far as he could go in the wound, he did not laugh as Harshing would have done, but had the stolid expression of purpose.

"Kiley Kiley Kiley. Do you not understand my predicament?"

*Kiley screamed, gritting her teeth against the pain. She was seeing spots in front of her eyes and she knew she would pass out or go into shock soon. Kiley shook her head, not understanding why he was doing this and figuring that if she hadn't answered that he would hurt her more*

"Why should I allow your continuing existance when you can turn into a monster. You are a danger Kiley," He said still with a father like concern, "You yourself and all those around you." The knife vanished and he stood up from his kneeling position.

When she was in this form, there was only one thing to fear: what she turned into. Fear had ways of twisting minds, and it twisted Tyrin's into hatred.

"Did Western know?"

*Kiley closed her eyes, on the verge of passing out.. She nodded weakly* "Yeah.....weston knew..." *Tears were streaming down her face. She was really dizzy and she rolled over onto her side and threw up and cried harder. Her fingers were starting to go numb.* "I think....I don't remember...." *Her arms collapsed and she fell back to the ground*

"Western did know," he said savagely, almost accusing her. "Thats why he died - you drove him to it. He was looking for death!" He was appalled with her, how dare she, a werewolf love a Wizard. SHe seduced him for her own. A small demon in the back of his mind came forward and fed him these lies. The demon was called fear.

"Nooo..." *She sobbed* "It was an accident...he fell....." *She pulled her legs up to her chest* "It wasn't my fault....he fell...." *His taunts rang in her ears, made worse when he said his name wrong. She wished she was dead so she could be with weston again....she was back to square one and Tyrin had driven her to it*

"Weston was a smart boy," he circled her, a beacon of evil, spurting out his poison. Not attacking at all. "He knew that it was better to die than live in fear of a brutish creature." Tyrins eyes sparkled he wanted to kill her. He looked at his wand, a great power there. He knew the words, he knew how to use a wand. But could he end a life? Several tears left his eyes, he didnt go but he continued his onslaught.

"Perhaps if you hadn't have driven him away from society he would have been here today," he was speaking without thinking now, his words were hollow. He kept staring at his wand.

"We were going to be married.......it was an accident......he didn't care about what I was..." *She took a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly. It shook as she did. Kiley noticed that she was shaking as well. She was extreamly pale from losing so much blood. Kiley closed her eyes from weakness. She couldn't cry anymore and she felt like she couldn't move, nor did she really want to.*

"Marry a werewolf!" He laughed rauciously, but again only semi-conscious. His eyes were transfixed on the wand, his hand shook. Could he kill another being, something alive? The balance of life and death were at his finger tips and he didnt know whether he could pursue that power yet. His lip trembled.

"Weston was pretending you fool."

*Kiley stayed silent. She couldn't talk anymore. Her lips were too dry. Kiley figured she had to try to get out, so she tried to force herself to sit up. Her head was spinning and she almost threw up again, but she didn't. She knew getting out was going to be difficult with her feet being numb*

He pointed his wand at her, his whole body was convulsing. His eyes were filled with fear and evil at the same time. His lip quivered and wanted to say the killing curse but only a jumble of nothingness left his mouth. He tried to say it but his body would not let him. He went red in the face and lowered his wand. He took out a blood replenishing potion and left it beside Kiley. He turned and ran out of the forest, panting as he went, tears in his eyes. He was not ready.

*kiley reached out and took the potion from the ground. She didn' know why he'd done what he had just now, but she took the potion anyway. Her wounds began to bleed a little again, but some of the feeling in her hands and feet had returned. She was able to get up and, despite a few falls, get herself to the hospital wing*