Her phone was dead. Quite dead. Dead dead. Dead. She wasn't quite sure what to do about it, either. Nor the spot it put her in. You see, it was quite dark outside, and for the Greek currently pacing back and forth outside of a closed store that was very, very bad.

Andrea did not like the dark. The dark hid things with sharp teeth and terrifying claws. Things that send shivers down her spine from just a thought. Something specifically that had once sliced every snake from her head save one, and left her with enough scars to never forget it. She still had nightmares, still jumped when people approached her from behind. She still woke up crying some nights, convinced she was about to be devoured whole.

... And now she had to go out into that darkness in order to get home, because her phone was dead.

Maybe she could just bang on the shop door until someone happened by to let her in?... no, that would probably draw the wrong kind of attention. She'd just have to brave it. A year had passed since the attack... and even though the Lion man had never been caught, who was to say he was still lurking out there? She'd be fine... yeah. She just had to walk down the street to the bus stop, catch the next one, and then she'd be home. Safe and sound.

She just needed to be brave.

Pushing her worries away, she managed to take one shaking step onto the sidewalk, and then another. Not a single soul appeared to be out on the street with her, and she wasn't entirely sure that was comforting. Breathing deeply, she started down the sidewalk with her bag clutched to her chest.

The almost glowing purple eyes locked onto the figure walking down the street from what he could see the woman was slightly younger than Daniel and she seemed shorter too. An easy target. She certainly didn't look strong and would satisfy him for a while. Her life would drip through his fingers and he would bathe in her essence. 'The Beast' watched her for awhile longer, slowly moving his way toward her. He watched her from the darkness. She wasn't like a normal human. She was green for one which suggested she was a mutant, however he wondered what she could do. Is she a danger? Could she defend herself? and if she could would she fight him? 'The Beast' put off his initial attack but he continued to watch her. His heavy breathing from the sidelines no doubt drawing attention as he followed her, jumping through alleyways and sneaking over in the dark cover of apartments and other buildings. Her body will join the others!

The Beast's breathing became more ragged, he was going to murder her. He was going to end her life at this very moment and there was no way to stop it. Her last sight will be the glowing purple eyes of her demise. She would be the latest victim of the Monster that called himself a Doctor during the day. He stood to his full height but then he just didn't move and when he finally did begin moving again, he was still only following her. He couldn't tell why he hadn't attacked yet. A predator stalks his prey before he strikes. He tried to convince himself. He watched the way she walked, he eyes stared at her sunglasses wondering what eyes lay underneath, his eyes danced across her mossy skin. She'd noticed him by now for sure by now. He'd given himself away too early.

Only half a block away and Andrea was forced to stop in her tracks. What was that sound? Something different than the distant hum of moving cars, nor was it from the occasional driver that passed. No... it was something more... alive. Her brow furrowed as she stood paused, ears straining to pick out the sound that had caught her attention. Her serpents stirred from a lazy doze, tongue flicking out to taste the air for any signs of danger.

After a few tense seconds, she moved again. Whatever the noise had been, it was gone for now. With hurried steps, she continued onward. Not a half block more, though, and she was forced to stop again. That sound! Like a heavy breathing, where was it coming from? Fear already had a hold on her, but now it was worming it's way further into her. Her gaze darted here and there, looking for the source of the noise, while her snake lifted themselves up and peered off in different directions.

It was Ira who first spotted the hulking form, watching her from behind. The serpent hissed to alert the others to danger, and Andrea swung around. Her eyes landed on a dark shape, much bigger than any normal person. Instantly, her mind flew back to the night of her attack. This was it, the Lion man returned to finish the job. She was going to die on a sidewalk in the middle of the city, eaten alive by a monster.

Like a mouse, she stood rooted to the spot. Petrified of the sight before her; afraid to even budge. Sloth opened his jaws wide, baring inch long fangs at the unknown figure, and her snakes hissed a warning.

She had stopped dead, clearly alarmed to his presence. She was frozen solid from fear. He noticed the snakes and his head visibly tilted, amused by the hissing threat he'd received. He moved his way slowly towards her, unsure of his own actions as if approaching something new with caution. She was different from his other victims, not just physically. They all radiated a different type of fear. This green female feared him like someone might fear a blade after they'd been stabbed while the others feared him as a Monster. The Beast had never taken this long with a kill before, he was always more efficient than this. He was drawing this one out, as if he was hesitating. Hesitation? Couldn't be. He approached her more until he was as close as he could be, the slight light given off from the area showing him off.

His muscles tensed as he laid his gaze on her. His hands clenched into fists, his own claws digging into his skin. His hand relaxed and reached out slightly and touched her face with his claw.Why hadn't he killed her yet? It was the question at the front of his mind. If she was anyone else she'd be dead by now. His breathing became sharp as he looked at her. This must be Daniel's doing! He must have somehow effected his thought process. No. Impossible. Daniel was unconscious. That could only mean that he was in control of his actions. "Why can't I kill you?" It was a simple enough question. She could of been controlling his somehow and he needed to find out. The Beast wasn't a being of words and so they sounded forced out of his mouth no-matter what it was he said. He didn't like talking, talking was something Daniel did with other Humans and not something he did with his victims.

A shadow enveloped her, and her serpents coiled themselves back. Each recalled the last fight, stinging blades and the feeling of suffocation. They were wary, on edge, but ready to defend themselves and their host, if unnecessary.

Andrea didn't so much as blink as a large hand reached out, until a claw grazed her cheek. Then the Greek jumped, and shifted back slightly. Her hands clenched onto her purse, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Was this the end? Would he echo what he had said the last time, before she'd managed to slip away?

Remembering those yellow eyes staring into hers reminded her of the one trump card she had. Did she have enough time before he made the killing blow, to pull the same trick on him again?

"Why can't I kill you?"

Her eyes shot open and she fixed them on the owner of that voice. This huge being, all claws and spikes and muscle... was questioning her on why he had not ended her yet? Timidly, she raised her hand to her glasses and adjusted them. The voice was not the same, still terrifying, yes, but not the same as the Lion man. The eyes were some kind of purple... the body completely different. This.. this was not her monster. This was not the creature from her nightmares.

...and yet he still wished her dead.

"Perhaps..." She started, her voice quiet and meek compared to his, "...perhaps you do not really wish to?"

The words stunned him slightly. Did he want to kill her? He'd never really thought about if he wanted to kill people. He always felt like he needed to kill, he never thought about it. It was like getting a drink when you're thirsty. You don't think about it, it's just something you do and it was the same with Beast. He didn't think about killing he just did it but how could he answer her with such a unorganized statement. He noticed the volume of her voice, she was still scared of him. Her..snakes were still on alert and he found he didn't want them to be, he wanted her to relax but he didn't know why. Everything he was doing was going against everything he had ever done in his life. Beast suddenly felt himself grow woozy, tired even. He felt as if he was getting smaller by the minute and then he felt a pain in the back of his head. No! He's waking up! Daniel has begun to stir deep in the recesses of his brain but how? The Beast had not allowed him to wake from his sleep yet! A snarl erupted from his lips suddenly as he stared at the girl. "I have to! If I don't then I won't live! I wont exist! I'll disappear!

The Beast's snarling cries echoed down the street. The pain was intense, the most intense it had ever been. Usually it was a small feeling in his skull to warn him to get back to the apartment but it felt as if this was a pre-mature awakening and it burned a hole through his skull. His claws extended and stared at the green-skinned woman, killing her would solve his problem. It would cure his pain.

The Greek jumped about a foot in the air from the fearsome growl that erupted from the man before her. She didn't understand a thing he said, not in the least, and it only helped to compound her fear. Her brain was screaming at her to run, to rip her glasses off like she had before in such a situation and run as fast as she could back to the mansion. Back to Saph...

She she steeled herself and refused to budge. The inkling she'd gotten before about this poor creature being in pain, being afraid, strengthened. Against her better judgement she opted not to reach for her glasses, and instead reached out toward the snarling beast. She remembered how much pain she had been in the moment her snakes had arrived. How confused and frightened she had been. It was easy to convince herself that this was another case of exactly the same thing... Someone who simply needed an understanding, helping hand.

"I-it's alright... you will not disappear."

Her hand reach out, gloved fingers trembling, toward one of his hands. A small part of her dearly hoped that she was correct in her assumptions, because the claws being bared at her would surely rip through her as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her serpents coiled themselves back, muscles tight and ready to strike out at the slightest hint of trouble.

"Please ...Trust me?"

The large figure in the darkness watched the younger woman. She was different from the rest. She didn't run. She didn't scream. She moved and The Beast locked his eyes on her, unsure what to think. Then she spoke, she spoke with a tone completely unfamiliar to him. It sounded almost as if she cared but why would she do that? A snarl escaped his lips and drifted into the night air as she moved her hand. She tried to tell him that he wouldn't disappear but she didn't understand. Her hand moved to him. Getting closer. Closer still. He hand reached for hers for a second before it quickly moved and reached for his shoulder soon coupled with his other hand as he jumped back from her, his claws scraping his own skin. Several small trickles of blood poured from his wounds.

She was something else. Was she even a Mutant? Perhaps she was some kind of green skinned Angel come to take him away from this world. "Why!? Why would you do this!? You're going to ruin everything! You'll make him wake up and then I'll die! Sentences spoken through an out-burst of anger and growls. The warm liquid trickled down his back and over his shoulder following the marks his claws had made. It appeared he was desperate almost as if he needed to hurt something even if it was himself.

A small, startled gasp left her as he jumped back. Ira lashed out, fangs bared, but she quickly swatted the black snake out of the way.

"Stop! You are hurting yourself!"

She could see the blood, on his shoulder and nails. She didn't want any of her serpents hurting him anymore than he had already hurt himself. Cautiously, she took a half step toward him. "Please... let me help you? You are bleeding!"

She could use the handkerchief in her purse to stop the bleeding, and the ribbon she usually used to tie her hair back would probably function for keeping it on. "I understand... Really, I have was once like you are now..." If he would only listen. If he would only calm himself and let her help.

The Beast stepped back once again in a panic. She couldn't touch him. She seemed nice, she seemed to care. She couldn't touch someone like him. She was someone Daniel should speak to, she would like Daniel but she would die anyway. Anyone who speaks to Daniel or him dies. That was how it worked and that's how it always will work. The only safe place was far away and this green-skinned woman was tipping the balance, waking Daniel in Beast's body and that couldn't be done. He wouldn't allow it.

The Killer Doctor stepped cautiously towards her, his breathing steadying slightly and he reached his hand out to hers. Perhaps she could see the good in him, perhaps she could see that he'd helped many people. As quick as he calmed down he started up again. His hand moved from her hand to her neck and squeezed trying to get this over with and attempting to enjoy it like he did the others.

For a moment, just a moment, it looked like she'd gotten through to him. He calmed visibly, stepped toward her even, and reached out...

but then it shifted again. The large hand passed hers. She was confused for a fraction of a second before she felt his fingers closing around her throat. In a blind panic she forgot what she had been trying to do and reacted from the gut. Before a tremble of terror could even race up her spin; before her snakes would lash out and bite at the mutant man, she reached up and ripped her glasses off with trembling fingers.

Large, frightened orange eyes locked onto the face of her attacker as a squeak of protest wiggled past her lips before his grip cut it short. The Greek squirmed, unable to pull the hand from her neck herself, and silently prayed that this wouldn't be the end of her.

The Beast's hand squeezed tighter for a second or so. He spoke just a few words. "I've killed many times before...I need this. The feeling on his hand around a throat again connected with him, it filled him with a kind of energy nothing else in the world could offer him. His other hand was placed in hers, if she was to die she was going to hold him when she did it.

Just as he thought he'd won. Just as he thought those petty human emotions that Daniel was suffering from couldn't effect him. He looked into her eyes and heard her squeak, he had seen many people's eye when confronted with their own death but these eyes were different. They made his muscles tighten. He was frozen solid. No sound escaped his panicked frozen lips. His mind darkened and sound seemed to mean nothing. He could do nothing. This was the first time he was ever truly helpless. His sight darkened and he was then consumed in darkness.

The large figure was frozen in that position. His mind was blank from his helplessness and Daniel was edging his way into the front. Daniel's body was slowly become more apparent, his body became less like Beast by the second. The bone spikes was sinking into his skin and his muscles began to get smaller.

Panic seized her. She was sure she'd acted too slow; even if she had managed to catch him in her gaze, she was still being slowly strangled to death.

... was he holding her hand?

Just as she was starting to feel woozy, the grip around her throat started to lessen. The blood that had been cut off shot back up into her brain, bringing with it a full wave of dizziness and a tidal wall of emotion. She kicked and struggled until she managed to pry herself free, then dropped to the pavement like a sack of potatoes. Shuddering gasps bubbled up as tears freely fell, and she clutched at her throat while gathering her wits.

There was no sense of victory this time; no moment of clarity in which she could drag herself to safety. Her attacker was still moving, growing... smaller. It sent a ripple of fear up her spine. How had her power not worked? Was he still dangerous? There was no way to tell.

The Gorgon gathered what strength she had left, gripped her purse in on hand, and pushed herself to her feet. She proceeded to beta at him weakly with her purse, terrified that if she didn't manage to put him down he'd continue trying to kill her.

"Why--" Thwack! "-couldn't you--" Thump! "-just be a--" Whack! Thud! "NICE--" Whap! "-MAN!"

In-between old lady like purse swings, she randomly kicked out at him-- most likely something she'd seen on TV at some point or another-- without really aiming at anything. Her foot connected solidly with something, what exactly she didn't know, but the action cause her to flop backwards onto the pavement in a gasping, weeping heap.

The Beast had been sent into his slumber as Daniel emerged into his own body as if waking up from a deep sleep, he expected to be in his apartment but the cold air caught him off guard and as his vision returned, he noticed he wasn't in his apartment. He wasn't in his apartment at all. He was outside. A place he couldn't remember in the dark.

It was then he noticed it. A woman struggling to her feet and before he could question her as to what he was going here or even think about the fact that she was green and on the ground. That when it hit him. Literally. The strikes were relatively weak but quick and it caused Daniel to raise his arms and attempt to block as many as possible. He wasn't really getting much pain from the strikes but it was the kicks that really got him and they hit him right where it hurts. He heard her speaking but it all sounded like gibberish between the hits he was taking. She wanted him to be nice? He was nice! Or atleast he always tried to be.

Just as she collided with the ground as did he. Several groans escaping his lips as unwanted tears rolled down his cheeks. He hurt. A lot. "Why? What did I do to you? Where am I? And who are you?" The questions came out quickly and in-between groans as he lifted himself up to look at her. His pain was slowly edging away. As the Doctor sat up however he noticed his shoulders has various claw marks on them and there were still bleeding slightly. What did she do to him? Daniel backed away from the girl, not sure what she had done to him or why he was here.

Her response to his first question was an undignified sob, followed by throwing a half eaten candy bar at him that had rolled out of her purse. His second question was followed by her lobbing a self help book at him, and the third by a small tube of chap-stick. It didn't really matter what he was saying to her at the moment, considering she was mildly hysterical (mildly), and on the verge of collapsing into a sobbing mess in the middle of the sidewalk.

It wasn't until she ran out of things in her immediate vicinity to throw, that she was forced to pause and actually consider what he'd said.

Who was she? Did that even matter anymore after what he'd just done?! The more important questions were the first and second, which left her staring mutely at him while trying to process what to say. "What... what did I do to YOU?"

How... how could he not remember? "I tried to help you and you attacked me! One gloved hand rose to her throat, which she was sure would bruise (explaining that to Saph was gonna be fun), and she pointed at his shoulder with her other hand. "You... You were not making any sense... you..." She was at a loss for words.

Was he trying to trick her? Pull the wool over her eyes somehow? Also, why wasn't he comatose?!

It was too much for her to process... she was starting to feel dizzy all over again, and a tiny bit sick. "...You really don't remember?" Her voice was small, and shaky. Almost begging him to say yes so she could just forget about the whole thing and go home. Still, she attempted to pull a brave face while still in front of the man. Sniffling softly, while tears rolled freely down her cheeks.