Captured!!!

( Sorry its short. \: )

Both rain and blood soaked his clothes as he stepped out of the bar and ran to the door. Alexander pushed through and into the main living area of the house he hadn't spent much time in. His room was the only place he would allow himself, well, that or Finaqua. Stumbling over his two feet, he supported his weight against the couch, accidentally letting the blood from his nose drip into a forming puddle at his feet. He looked around, knowing it was late, but not an excuse to wake someone for immediate help. He remembered the secret note Red had left him. Jace. The Beta and one of the female's closest friends from what he knew. Breathing heavily, he growled and yelled at the top of his lung, "Beta Jace! Help!" Unfortunately for him, the Alpha must have been out for the night. Jace was his only option no matter how much he disliked the man. Outside the window, flashed of lightning stretched across the sky, wrapping around the clouds like a wiry hand. "Come quick! Teimhnin has been captured!" Alex bellowed.

Jace had been lying about their shared room. Sure it was Teimhnin's, but he never visited his much anymore. Most of his clothes were in her wardrobe and everywhere else around the room. Resting in his basketball shorts and a tank top, he laid on the bed, waiting for her to return home from work. A lot of the nights he was already asleep, or pretending to sleep. But now, he was getting worried. It was way past the time she normally came home and the brute was very anxious. He wanted her home, in his arms, or just in the room. Lifting his body from the bed, he looked outside the window. The water was had a continuous fall from the sky, looking as if it were never letting up. Normally the rain was good, allowing him to cuddle with Teimhnin, listening to it attack at the shingles on the roof, and nuzzling himself close to her. But on this night he was alone, he could feel something that was quite different. Before he could think on it longer, he heard a voice, calling him. At first he believed it to be Teimhnin herself, but as heard the call again, it was a male. The delirium must be getting to him, or perhaps it was his tired senses wearing him down. Whatever it was, the male was familiar to him. Alexander. Moving to meet with him in the lobby, his eyes looked over the other, his clothes were completely soaked, his hair looked like a mopp resting upon his head. "Where is Teimhnin?" he snarled angrily. He bared his teeth, fighting the urge to phase here and now.

As the velvet stream of his stained along side  the plush couch's fabric, Alexander could began to taste it drip from his nose and into his mouth, the bitter taste causing himself to wince in pain which only brought more on himself than was already needed. Taking on a fight with a Pure was not his cup of tea for he was only so strong as being a half-breed, or mutt in other terms of agreement. In unimaginable places, pinches and bruises formed as well as the prediction of one or few of his rib bones had been snapped. His claws gripped at the back of the couch, the stitching ripping from it aside as he groaned. Soon enough the sound of another came running down the stairs being followed with a strong scent with a hint of Teimhnin's perfume. It was then he knew how close they were, which angered him, but shook it away as he brought his glacier eyes to meet Jace's. Alexander didn't fear his snarl, but only acknowledged it with a nod. "An Eternal... took her. I don't know where.. We were working, and this man came up to her during my performance and got her to speak outside. When I went to follow her, she was already passed out in his arms. I don't know where he went... but I have his wallet to retrace the scent.."

Panting slowly and breathing out the words, he swallowed hard both saliva and blood that trickled down his throat, holding his stomach to somehow relieve the pain. With his other hand, he pushed off the couch, stumbling slowly to his feet as he grabbed the dampened wallet from his pocket and handed it to Jace. "Its all I have in order to find her.. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to come like this. I tried to fight him off, but he's an older and pure blood wereling than I. He's got to at least have a hundred more years of practice in his past... His name is Garrett Mathews, and judging by his scent I know he's not one of us or a loner... I'm warning you, Jace... Please forgive me though.. I tried my hardest to get him away from her" Alexander paced in a circle, murmuring words to himself as he listened to Jasper try to tell him it'll be alright, he will die and she will be alright. Anger of being guilty rose up inside him and he growled at the ceiling, taking the couch and flipping it across the room. "Its all my fault!..." In defeat, he stumbled to the ground on his knees before Jace, pressing his face into his two hands and whispering as tears melted with the rain on his stubbled cheeks. "..Its all my fault..."

As he listened to the quick paced words fall from his lips, he could only feel himself getting angrier and angrier. Another, yet longer snarl rippled from his lips. As they vibrated over his clenched teeth, he thought of Teimhnin and what sort of danger she could be in this very second. She was obviously drugged and taken from the bar she worked at. Why would she be so trusting of "one of them"? Eternal Darkness. He knew their kind, some of them. Had met them here and there, even spent a small amount of activities with one of them. Of course, back in that time he did not care what she was. He had a need and she somewhat fulfilled it. But as he thought of the woman he loved now, anger filled the distance between them. His longing to be with her, forced the brute to act in ways he would not had the circumstance been better. His eyes watched as the other male dropped to the floor before him. What the hell was this foolish display? If Alexander truly cared about Teimhnin and her safety, how could he be doing this here and now. If he was going to save her, he would need his assistance.

Jace let out an even louder growl than his previous snarls. As he did this, he pulled the male up from the ground with one hand, while the other clenched tightly around the wallet. "Get off the ground and stop this foolish display now! If you care about Teimhnin, and you claim to be her best friend, you will get off your ass and help me get her back. This male, does he have a name? I need to know it Alex..." he stared into the other's eyes. Lifting the wallet to his nose, he sniffed the brown leather, taking in every scent that lied within the binds. Lowering the wallet back to his pocket, he looked to Alexander. "Now I need you to be strong. Can you do that for me? For Teimhnin? I need you to help me, now I don't care what you think about me or how our relationship is, but I can't do this safely without you. I will take on the wereling, as I am fullblood myself. While I do that, I need you to protect her... Got it?" Quickly he changed into his wolf and walked out the entrance of the house, feeling the rain attack his pelt and drench his fur. Turning his head back, he looked to Alexander, waiting. Then without word or notice, he turned his head forward and dashed through the night, releasing a loud and sorrowful howl as he forced himself through the forest.

Alexander removed his hands from his blood shot eyes that filled with tears, blinking and shaking his head as he tried to get a grip on reality, being lifted causing the pain in his upper built to rocket. What was he doing? Jace was correct, which made him angry to admit to. Pushing away from Jace, Alex stood straighter and collected his self before nodding again. "I'll help, the case between us doesn't change my opinion no matter which way we look at it. I'm here to fight for her as long as I breathe and I'll do what ever it takes to get her back as much as you do, Jace. I'll keep her safe, don't worry." Watching the male phase into his beast and run off, Alexander did the same, kneeling over as his body as replaced with one of a dark wolf's. As of now, all he had left on his mind was to get her back, and find a way back home without being caught. The brute lowered his head out the door, being shot with tears of water into the array of ashen grays and dark browns of his pelt. Bruises from the fight lie underneath it and as he began to run, he pushed through the extra damage in order to keep up with his best friend's...mate...