Here in the mansion is where Terrance Niles Harken resides in his free time. In the doorway you can see freshly put up maps on the walls. Looking at old maps and things of the like are one of Terrance's favorite hobbies. When he's not bothered by another's company.The bed looks as though it's been laid in recently. Next to the bed is the bedside table where on top of it is a lamp and an ash tray...there are already three ciggerette butts..some still smoking alittle. In front of a mirror is a set of drawers, and on top of the drawers is Terran's gray duffle bag...half unpacked. Also on the dresser is a half-empty bottle of scotch. The sweet aroma of the scotch and the smell of smoke drifts in the room. And in the corner of the room is a dog skeleton head. Possibly from one of Terran's visits to his home country. And of course there is a extra small room near his bed reaveled by a closed doorway. Behind it is his personal bathroom, where he showers and...well y'know....

Still sort of in a daze from his conversation from Fiona, Terrance wandered back to his room. He left the door close silently behind him. Peering around, and giving a sigh as he sat down on his still unmade bed.

[glow=red,2,300]"She leaned down, looking him straight in the face. Raising a hand, she placed it gently on his cheek, feeling the roughness.

"Can you shape shift whenever you want?" she said and continued her study."[/glow]
Terran shivered, the memory of Fiona's soft fingertips against his skin brought a ripple of exitement throught his body. Terran shook his head. "Leave the girl alone, mate...don' wan' somethin'to 'appen again..."He muttered. He rubbed the large burn scar for a moment, drifting in his thoughts. ::Fire...taking her away...trying to save her...losing her...getting eaten up by flames...:: Terran opened his eyes, tearing away from his over cumbersome thoughts and memories. He stood, moving towards the dresser with his duffle bag. Terran looked at the duffel bag for a minute then reached inside, apparently looking for something. He brought out a small picture. It was almost destroyed. It was charred in almost every place of the picture. Terran dusted it off, the small dust cloud filling his lungs. In the picture there was a woman. A beautiful, pale looking woman. With flowing black hair that reached below her shoulders. Her clothing belonged to the era of Terran's upbringing. The woman was holding hands with someone, but the face and body of the person in the picture was destroyed from view. Terran seemed lost in the picture, remembering old memories from his past..

::...Reaching down, to give her a hand when she fell...Kissing in the pouring rain...laughing...dancing...being held when the beast couldn't handle itself...blood on his hands...her accepting eyes...her body...her lips...The fire...::

Terran placed the pciture down, his hands shaking. "...Bell...." He whispered. There was a thudding in his heart and he quickly grasped his chest. Everytime he thought of her, he began to lose his control. Terran breathed slowly. "No...Not lettin' tha' moster gett to me.." He growled, his teeth beared. He stood there, breathing and grasping his chest, trying his hardest to remain in his human form..

Terran slammed his fist down on the table. The color of his eyes flickered for a second. From the norm to a bright orange. His back starightened and he took a few more long breaths. "Need ta gett away fer a while...clear me 'ead..." He moved towards the door, remembering to grab his trusty zippo lighter and pack of Malboro ciggerettes. He would need them to calm his nerves.
He closed the door behind him, the sweet scent of sctotch lingering in his nostrils on his way down the stairs and out through to the main grounds. As he was walking and cupping his hands to light a ciggerette, his glance wandered towards a familiar figure. But...with another man. ::Who?:: He thought quickly, bringing the ciggerette to his lips. He would follow them. SOmething about the new man didn't seem right to Terrance. The man seemed to have a strange air around him. One that chilled Terran's bones to point Terran was very interested and suspicious at the same time.
Terran tried to keep a safe distance from the Limo and them and followed in quick pursuit...

After a long time of waiting and following the couple back to the mansion, which had taken a while, Terrance decided that he would get nowhere in his search for answers. ::Tha' was a waste of time...:: He thought to himself, returning to his room and lying down on the bed. He had gotten no ear nor eye of the mystery man. And no questions answered. Terrance felt drained from the work of following the other two around with no avail to figuring out who the man had been.
Terran sighed, breathing in the scotch scent and closing his eyes... ::He felt her hand sliding down his chest...her cold breath..:: He lay there on his bed drifting further into his memories..

Fiona made it up the stairs as quickly as she could, panting as she went. Finally making it to the dormitory hallways, she relaxed, walking swiftly to her room. Thoughts of Hunter drifted through her mind, but something kept her from feeling head over heels as she would normally have felt. As she opened the door to her room she tossed her handbag inside, recalling the person who had been at the back of her mind her whole outing.

'Terrance...'

Walking even quicker towards the other side of the hallways, she looked around at a loss. She had no idea where Terran's room was, much less even if he was in his room still. "Terrance?" she called, hoping he'd hear her.

Walking even quicker towards the other side of the hallways, she looked around at a loss. She had no idea where Terran's room was, much less even if he was in his room still. "Terrance?" she called, hoping he'd hear her.

::A smile....Flames..:: Terran's eyes snapped open, sitting up on the bed. ::Fiona?:: He wondered. He got up, his hair still a little mussled from laying down for a bit. Terran made sure the old picture was hidin from view. He stuffed it under one of the pillows on the bed, hoping it wouldn't be found out for now.
He walked over to the door, catching the scent of Fiona, along with anonther scent. ::The man's scent is on 'er..:: He thought. Terrance opened the door silently, peering out, trying to figure out where her scent was coming from.

Fiona seemed at a loss as she wandered the hallways. "Terrance!" she called, feeling herself becoming frustrated as random people came out of their rooms.

"I'm Terrance." said a young boy, looking up at Fiona suggestively.

"Thanks, but you're the wrong Terrance." she said to him. With an uppity look, the young boy looked her over once more before turning on his heel and walking away. Reaching the end of the hallway, she turned, seeing Terrance staring in the opposite direction.

"Terrance!" she called with relief, as she ran up to the man.

"Terrance!" she called with relief, as she ran up to the man.

Terrance turned his head in her direction. He seemed a little bewidered but his confusion soon vanished from his face as he looked at her. She almost appeared like she was in a rush and relieved to see him. At least that was his thought of it. "Uh, yeah?" He asked, in an still groggy sort of tone. "Need somethin'?"he asked, running his hand through his hair. He was slightly amused by ths scene that was happening before him. He had just earlier followed her to see what she was up to and who she was with but now...she's was there...right in front of him... ::Kin' of a funny thin':: He thought, smirking to himself.

Fiona stopped in her tracks, looking at Terrance. He seemed like he was tired, almost upset at something.

"Oh, I, um.." she mumbled, suddenly embarrassed at herself.

Looking around her, she realized that it must seem awfully weird of her to be causing such a stir for no apparent reason. "I just wanted to see if you were alright, as you left so oddly before. And, as I ended up going for lunch with an aquaintance, I didn't know if you had gone back."

Straightening herself up, she quickly worked on clearing the blush from her cheeks as she stood before a groggy Terrance.

"Oh, I, um.." she mumbled, suddenly embarrassed at herself.

Looking around her, she realized that it must seem awfully weird of her to be causing such a stir for no apparent reason. "I just wanted to see if you were alright, as you left so oddly before. And, as I ended up going for lunch with an aquaintance, I didn't know if you had gone back."

He nodded taking in her words. He noticed she acted embarressed for a moment. He watched her than turned motioning towards his room, inviting her in. He walked inside, scratching his scalp and then replied, "Yeah...I jus' needed to clear m' 'ead..." He sat on the bed, reaching for bottle of half empty scotch on his bedside-table. "Sorry If I seem a bi' ou' of it..jus' dazin' ou' I suppose.." He sighed returning his glance back at her. "Was it some sor' of frien' from school...or somethin'?" He asked, even though he knew that he had followed her and her aqquantaince in the first place.

Fiona smiled when he motioned her to come inside. Immediately smelling the trace of cigarrette smoke and alcohol, she remembered her old life in the Tour. There was always someone smoking in the Tour at some time, and not to mention, always a drink at hand. Relaxing a bit more, she sat on his bed, hoping he wouldn't mind.

"Well no actually. I met him today, his name was Hunter Antonescu. He's a very rich man who made a donation to the school, over two hundred thousand dollars!" she said, a bright smile manifesting itself. "He took me out to lunch, and not to mention he's not a mutant. He's a pro-mutant human, which is amazing nowadays!" she rambled on.

"Well no actually. I met him today, his name was Hunter Antonescu. He's a very rich man who made a donation to the school, over two hundred thousand dollars!" she said, a bright smile manifesting itself. "He took me out to lunch, and not to mention he's not a mutant. He's a pro-mutant human, which is amazing nowadays!" she rambled on.


Terran watched her sit down on his bed. When doing so, the pillow that concealed the old picture fell off the bed, along with the picture. He instantly grabbed for the picture, shoving it into the drawer in the bedside-table.::Hunter Antonescu...Hunter...Antonescu:: He put the name in his head, keeping it when he would need it. "So...ya trus' 'im?" replying to her when she finished what she was saying. Terran sighed a breath of relief when the picture was put away. He didn't need someone to see it...at least not now... He didn't need those thoughts and memories to resurface in his mind. He din't need that to happen. ::Not now...not now...::He thought, beggining to rub his burn scar, out of bad habbit.

Fiona noticed something fall out from under a pillow, but didn't say anything even as Terrance swept down like a sort of cougar to retrieve it. 'Odd.' she thought to herself, but kept her face blank as before. Looking up to meet Terran's eyes she stared him in the face, listening to his question.

"Well, I hardly know him. He seems like a very charming, wonderful, and sweet man, however, even the nicest faces can be decieving, no?"

With a look of concern, she stood, and walked closer to Terrance. "What's bothering you? You seem at edge..." she asked, infusing only a tiny bit of her power to help him relax.

[glow=red,2,300]"Well, I hardly know him. He seems like a very charming, wonderful, and sweet man, however, even the nicest faces can be decieving, no?"[/glow]

Terran nodded, having almost a completely different opinion and theory about the mysery man in his head. Nonetheless if she said he was who she was, he probably wasn't all that bad...hopefully...Besides he had caught his smell comin' from the limo. He caught the scent when he had been trailing the two earlier. A very familiar scent, one that he vaguely recognized but couldn't put his finger on at the moment. Although he had found it a ver "Home-Like" smell.. He shook his head trying to clear the suspicions in his thoughts. "If 'e's like wha' ya say...e's like a real prince charmin'.." He said in a slight tone of annoyance. ::Why am I behavin' this way? She's nothin' to me...I thin'...bu' there's somethin' different 'ere...abou' 'er...::

[glow=red,2,300]With a look of concern, she stood, and walked closer to Terrance. "What's bothering you? You seem at edge..." she asked, infusing only a tiny bit of her power to help him relax.[/glow]

Terrance took a deep breath, watching her getting closer to him, feeling a sence of relaxation seeping through his jittery nerves. He looked at her, straightening, and removing his hand from his burn. "Ol' thin's tha' 'ave come ta resurface in m' mind..." He said with honesty. ::Somethin's no' righ'...why do I feel this way? IS she?...No...can' be...jus' wha' power does this woman 'ave o'er me anyway?..::His thoughts pondered..

((I'm really reallly sorry for the late post...I can't seem ta get on very frequently...meep))

Fiona tilted her head to the side as she heard Terran speak. "Want to tell me about it?" she asked, sitting again and motioning for him to do the same.

He seemed so nerve-wracked, so upset, that she couldn't help but worry. She had only known him for a little while, but he was one of the few people she had gotten to know in the mansion. Slipping her shoes off, she sat indian-style atop the bed, cupping her face in her hands.