What the hell am i doing here? (open/nancy)

[Zane]

Zane awoke in the room they gave him, His nose twitching in the dark room as he did his morning ritual. Checking the room via scent to see if it was empty. He caste his hearing up and around, listening for breaths and heartbeats, wondering if there was an assassin anywhere. You would think that in the place of his "Birth" he would feel safe, But he never felt safe anywhere. He loved that feeling of danger.

When he found he was indeed alone, Zane stretched and got himself out of the bed, looking around. He hadn't felt like sleeping with his "wife" last night, coming in one O'clock in the morning. So he took this one. They might say they gave it to him, But in truth, he knew that they were scared of him. Well, all but peter. For a human, That guy was tough. Course, he had been human once, but that was a long time ago.

Zane walked over to one of the dressers and pulled it open, seeing his clothes and pulled them on. A simple shirt and jeans. He didn't wear any underwear. He pulled his combat boots on and then slipped his trench coat on. he had them make it for him to be bullet proof as well, so it was quiet useful. Still hurt to take a bullet to the chest with that thing on though. But better then dead.

After about a minute of checking the hallway out, He made his way down and walked to the smell of food. He usually didn't come to this place, but they called for him about the way he was ruling kellen's kingdom. Yeah, he still thought of it as kellen's kingdom. he didn't want it. He would rather destroy it and then take a few to have fun with, but then that fun would be short lived though. Zane rolled his eyes, stopping that thought process. No need to think about what didn't need to be thought about.

Zane entered the cafeteria and quickly snarled out a small warning to the people next to him. He hated being next to poeple he couldn't kill. Zane pushed his way through, His reputation enough to make a line. Zane reached through and grabbed a peice of raw meat and left, chewing on it. "Pork. Nice," he thought, somehow none of the blood on him but a little on his hand.

Zane wondered about, wondering if someone would find him and take him where he needed to go, or someone he could kill. Maybe he would go to the failed test subjects and have some fun with them. They were expendable anyways. Zane grinned at the idea, wondering where they could be. Zane sniffed the air, turning and walking down the hallway at random. He hated this dead air.

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[Nancy Alloy]

Nancy had been up for quite a while now. She was up since 5 am doing her work around the SRA. She was brainwashed intot hinking Zane was her perfect lover, that he could do no wrong, and when the other high ups of the SRA said that they needed to discuss with him how he was ruling the werewolves. Apparently they thought he was being too harsh. That was a stupid idea, he was doing fine. She had no complaints.

Nancy was sent off to go find him. He was late for a meeting. No one else would be able to get him, well Peter maybe. Nancy traveled down the halls following her nose looking for him. Her long strawberry blond hair fell down her back. She walked with a spring in her step. She was about to see her beloved after all... she was heels over head for him. If you asked her why.... She wouldn't know. She just was. That was the only explanation she had. What was she supposed to say?

Soon she found her husband. He was eating raw meat in the hallway. She smiled at him and approached. "Your late for your meeting." Nancy was usually pretty upbeat in his presence. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a red skirt. She didn't look like she was going to a meeting, but neither did Zane. He was walking around with a chunk of dead animal. "I was asked to go with you, are you ready?" She was still smiling. She hadn't seen him at home last night... Even then she didn't mind. Whatever pleased him basically... She didn't even wonder or care where he had been. Did it really matter?

[Zane]

Zane turned and found his "wife" standing there. Gods, did he really need to follow this charade? it was annoying. He wished he could kill her, or at least rough her up a little more. but last time he did have some actual fun with his wife, they said that she needed to go to the hospital. Gods, what fragile things that life is, or the h-werewolf body. He still had trouble at times, thinking," I am not human." It was to good of a thought that it was still hard to belive his life was this good. But the catch was annoying.

"OK Nancy. Thank you," he said, pretending to be polite as his imagination took him to his kill last week. He had south find him three homeless bums around thee country. It was fun hearing them scream as he slowly and methodicaly tour the flesh from their bones. seeing how much they begged for death, and how eager he was to give it once he had his fun.

Zane pushed those thoughts away and forced himself to be the good husband. it was the job. Zane put an arm around her shoulder as they walked,pressing their bodies together. Gods, he hated it, but his body gave no indication of it. Zane wanted to pop her head off, but couldn't. "Just a catch. just a catch." Zane walked a little faster.

Once they got to the meeting, the meat was gone and Zane let go of Nanny, a small shiver of relief to not be touching Nancy escaping him. Zane saw two chairs and p[loped into one, not really caring. He saw a couple people that he vaguely remembered, But didn't bother to remember their names. He saw peter, the only human here he gave any respect (he didn't think of killing, bothered to remember his name, that sort of stuff) and gave a smirk in his direction, and then made a finger gun. He pointed at everyone in the room, and made a quick popping motion, going to everyone in turn. He almost did it to Nancy, but forced his hand to move over her. he did linger on peter for a second, but then moved his hand, making the motion to everyone else. It was a saying that he didn't give a s*** about them.

[Nancy Alloy]

Nancy smiled and nodded as she was thanked by her husband. She felt him wrap his arm around her, and was immediately pleased by this. Just being around him was wonderful. She could easily ignore all the rough edges, simply for this. Nancy was just so insanely crazy about this man. She hardly cared what he did, as long as it didn't harm Haru it would all be okay. That was her one requirement for her relationships with anyone. She could be madly in love, but the moment her kids were in danger she was way worse then a mother bear.

Soon they would arrive at the meeting, and Nancy followed after her husband, sitting beside him. She looked around with a smile on her face, recognizing everyone because she actually did a decent job of doing her job. Peter Connel would look up at them and give his usual perma-smile. Nancy nodded in recognition of it. She wasn't really excited for this whole meeting, since its only service was to tell her husband to do a better job. Nancy thought he was perfect the way he was. Nancy and Dr.Connel both ignored Zane's little display. Nancy simply chose to ignore everything imperfect about him, or was forced to by the re-wiring of her brain, while Dr.Connel simply didn't care.

Dr.Connel started speaking then, "This meeting is about the werewolves. We were going to discuss how we might improve things a bit. Zane is here to receive a little constructive criticism, and hopefully this will straighten out most of our problems..." Peter started the meeting just like that. Nancy was fidgeting in her chair, she could barely stand this. Her husband needed no constructive criticism. However it wouldn't be long until the meeting really got going and she heard everyone else talking. Some of them were constructive with their criticism while others were just criticizing him. Nancy continued to fidget as she listened, it made her so crazy to hear all this. She did listen though, and took notes of things she might be able to change herself.