Soul sat, in the form of a large dog, in the darkened alley by a restaurant, watching, waiting. After a while, he saw the mortal that his old friend had 'taken under his wing,' and frowned. He knew that if Joseph hadn't been busy protecting her, he probably could taken out the hunter. Yet, he was forgiving, and forgave the young woman for her part in his friend's death. His brother's death. They had not been brothers in the mortal sence, but they shared the same creator, the same vampire that had brought them into the darkened immortal life.

He sniffed the air lightly, recognizing her scent easily. She had a dog with her, but that didn't deter him from his plan. He wanted to protect her, as Joseph had asked him to in the case of his demise, but he didn't want to put himself in the same potentially dangerous position of protecting a mortal.

So he was here tonight, intending to give her immortality to protect herself.

Catherine headed towards the restaurant from Sky's house, Jerry following loyally at her side. She still felt a bit weak from the bullet wounds, but she also didn't want to lay around all night. So she made her way there, not paying much attention as her main worry had been taken care of by Sky and Jerry.

He slowly shifted slightly to wolf form, being slightly more comfortable as this than the dog form. He moved out slowly, eyeing the dog she called Jerry Lee. He moved slowly forward, getting a better look. He suddenly leapt forward, pouncing on Jerry and biting him, just enough to render the canine unconscious. Afterall, he wasn't cruel to creatures he could become. Afterwards, he turned to Catherine, slowly shifting to his human form, not the least bit uncomfortable with his current lack of clothing.

"Hello Catherine." He said, stepping towards her.

Catherine took a step back, but knew it was pointless to run. If he wanted to catch her, he wouldn't have any trouble. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" She asked, trying to remain calm as she moved her hand slowly to her gun.

He walked up to her, increasing her fright so that she was paralized with her fear. He took the gun and checked that the safety was on before tucking it in his belt. He set one hand on each of her arms before releasing his control on her emotions, only trying to make her relax slightly more. "Don't fear, I'm not here to hurt you. Only doing a favor for a mutual friend. You remember Joseph, right? He asked me to look after you incase he couldn't..." He grinned, letting his fangs show to her.

"However, his protecting you got him killed, and I am not about to make the same mistake as our late friend. Instead, I will give you the power to protect yourself, and show you what you need to know. I will stay as long as I am needed, but I will not protect a weakling." He drew closer, right against her.

She stared into his eyes, hoping to find some sign that this was all a joke. Realizing he was serious, she closed her eyes, knowing it was hopeless. She could only think of two things she could do. Beg, or accept in inevitable. "Please.... don't...." She half whispered. She didn't try to pull away, knowing that he would be strong enough to hold her there.

Victor sniffed the air. A human... he thought as he ran down the lonely street and into a dark alleyway where the scent was coming from.
He saw a young girl with her dog, standing all alone in near the restaurant.
No. Not alone. With a vampire.
He stood by the corner and watched.

"Don't be afraid Catherine, it won't hurt but for an instant, and then you shall live forever, and be much stronger than as a puny mortal." He leaned over, turning her head to the side and biting into her neck, gently so it wouldn't hurt her that much. He used his abilities to induce a pleasurable feeling as he began to slowly drink her blood, not wanting to accidentally kill her. He was usually like that, prefering not to kill or perminantly harm those he bit.

Cat let out a slight whimper when he bit, but quickly relaxed from the wonderful feelings he induced her to have. She instantly lost all her will to fight him, all her cares, worries and fears were circling the drain. She no longer had her fear caused tension, standing still as if silently begging for it to never end.

He drank enough that she would be terribly weakened, on the verge of death. He licked some remaining blood from her neck and off his lips, then pulled out a dagger, slicing his wrist so that he may make her drink of his blood and become immortal like himself.

She was still entranced by the feelings he had enduced to calm her, not caring as he let his blood drip into her mouth before placing his wrist right against her mouth. She felt her sences enhance slightly immediately, sencing as Jerry made his way home in a confused state. She felt fangs prick her lip, and realized they were her own just as Soul dropped her and left.