The sneered and attack, hands grabbing at her clothes and skin, hoping to have a chance. They did not care who got what, only knew that had to soil her to get into Damian's head.

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Damian growled, not able to follow her scent nor there's, like they had covered their tracks. He roared into the heavens, loud enough to shake the earth slightly around him, and swore he would rip the people apart that stole away Denthe.

He ran in circles trying to find her.

Denthe gasped through her gag. What the hell? she thought. She struggled away from them, but it was frutile. One was in front of her while the other one was behind her. Both grabbing at ther skin -- her clothes -- with their greedy hands.

If only I can get my feet untied, then I might have a fighting chance.

Then, one of them re-opened the bite wound on her neck and the scent of blood filled the air as it beaded up on her skin. Her fear level rose and her eyes widened. A fear scent mixed with blood was something even a Pureblood could smell.

He immediately smelled blood. Her blood. He roared in anger this time, and ran forward. He could see where they were, see how she was feeling, felt what they were doing to her. The anger shot through him before he can do anything about it, making him break down the door. His eyes flashed immediately, seen the vampires ready to feed on his Mate. He didn't know where it came from, but he didn't care. She was HIS. MINE MINE MINE was all his brain shouted at him as he felt his claws rip through bodies like it was nothing.

He didn't stop, he killed all of them, before slowly turning towards a sight that broke his heart.

Denthe had been *censored*aulted, her clothes ripped to many pieces and he could see more skin on her then he wished to see at a moment like this. her skirt had ripped, and it was at her knees because she couldn't move. He didn't blush or anything, but stripped off his shirt, nonchalantly, he quickly undressed her of the ripped and somewhat bloody clothes and quickly pulled the shirt on her. He made sure he kept his eyes on her face, honoring her of that at least.

"I am sorry. Please forgive me for not watching you. Forgive me for having to undress you so I could cover you up better. I will not touch you unless you want me to." he said, instinctivlly bareing his neck in submission. He knew she knew what it meant.

Denthe shook her head as tears welled up in her brown eyes. The tips of her white hair was stained with blood. She noticed his head bent, him exposing her neck to her. Then, her brows furrowed as she recognized this act of submisson. She could easily take her dagger and slit his throat. Or even behead him if she wished. But... she didn't want to do that. 

"Damian, you idiot," she cried as she wrapped her arms around the Pureblood's neck. Tears were now rolling freely down her slightly bruised cheeks as she buried her head against his naked shoulder. 

As she was crying into Damian's shoulder, Denthe paid no attention to the dead vampiric bodies around her. Or her ripped and bloody clothes strewn across the floor. Her combat boots had also been yanked off in the attack so her feet were bared and showed intracite tattooed designs on her feet, ankles, and her shins up to her knees. 

He was shocked for a moment at her actions but complied quickly to hold her in his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he murmered again and again, nuzzling her neck with his nose and rubbing her back. He hated her being so sad already.

"Do you want to go back to my dorm for the time being?"

Denthe nodded, but did not say anything. It was dark out so her cl*censored*mates wouldn't see her all beaten up even if they did happen to look out their dorm windows. The other vampires... now that was enterly different.

He growled and quickly sent out his shadows, covering any vampire's sight that was in the dormitories. They did not fight, but knew that something had happend, and their Lord would not talka bout it yet.

Without a second thought, Damian picked up the clothes, then ran quickly to his dorm, closing and locking the door behind him. He knew some of his friends would not stop at a locked door, but this way, they knew he would anger if they did. He opened the senses of the most trusted and sent the rest out to the extra dorms, letting his trusted go deal with the remains of the vampires.

Damian quickly picked out some smaller cotten pants and gave her a new t-shirt to wear, slipping some of his clothes in his hand and walking out of the room for her privacy. He would know when she was done.

Denthe sat against a wall with her eyes looking at the clothes Damian had left for her. Blinking her brown orbs a few times, she reminded herself that she was safe in his dorm. Standing up, she grabbed the clothes and placed them on the nearest flat surface so she could change into them. Stripping out of the shirt that Damian had pulled over her body, Denthe pulled on the sweats and the cotton pants covered the tattoos on her shins, but not her feet. Pulling the t-shirt over her head, she let it fall down once her arms were in the correct sleeves. It fell down to her hips.

Sighing with slight releif, she sank to her knees and rubbed her temples. Now, she has a headache.

Denthe thanked him with a slight movement of her head. Opening the bottle of asprin, she dumped out two pills and swallowed them down with a few bites of the food he had given her. Gulping down the rest, she set the plate down on top of the dresser before scratching at the back of her neck. Where the red dragon tattooed head was.

Althought recently, she wasn't really sure if some of them were tattoos. Walking to one of the sides of Damian's bed, she sat on the edge as she thought more deeply about her strange markings. She had them ever since she was little. The ones on her legs she remembered since she was like three, but the one of her back when she was six. Both ages were too young to get tattooes.

Narrowing her eyes in frusteration, she fell sideways and her head landed on the soft pillow as her feet were still touching the floor.

Fighting her own thoughts while she was exhusted made her even more tired. Sighing heavily, it shook her shoulders as she rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Her eyelids grew heavy as she also fought of sleep. But that was what she needed at the moment. To be in sleep's soft embrace.

Eventually, Denthe did fall asleep as it grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in. Even in the safety of her own mind, she felt like a little id traped in a metal cage with no hope of escaping.

Denthe muttered somthing in her sleep [do what you want with this part] and rolled over so she was facing the pillow barrier. The corners of her mouth twitched in a slight smile.. or a frown... as she dreamed of the unknown.

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