“I know it is nonsense,” She finally said, giving an awkward smile. Her eyes twinkled with honesty. It was unlike her to present herself this way, the more sensitive side of Anya. Anya couldn’t help but still feel weird about this situation. By no means did she regret her decisions from last night but something just felt odd. It just had to do with his friends, right? She felt this way because she felt like she was betraying them. But was it just that? It wasn’t because she was a hunter and he was supernatural? She blinked a hard time when he snagged her attention away from her thoughts. She felt her cheeks turn red when he placed a kiss on her forehead. She loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her forehead against his. “You know. If they didn’t see it would be fun to sneak around,” She chuckled softly but she quickly seized herself away from him.

She tried to present herself as playful and sensitive yet Caden just seemed off. It was almost like he was in a distracted trance. She expected him to be more….like himself. Especially after a night where they established their love for each other. Was something that wrong to affect his mood? Was it her? “Caden,” She halted for a drastic moment. How could it be her? It must be something else. She sighed. “Are you sure you’re just peachy?” She emphasized peachy. Peachy wasn’t even a term he used that often. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?” She pressured. Anya gave him the most feisty glare she had ever given him, yet it was suddenly washed away with worry. She placed a hand on his hand. She had a hard time being supportive like this since she wasn’t usually like this. She was usually very dramatic, forced to tease him all the time. For once she was actually worried about him. “What is it?” She asked but before she could get an answer a device beeped. It wasn’t her phone but rather her supernatural device. It was a device many hunters use to detect the presence of a supernatural. She seized it and looked at it, her face looking perplexed. It had been forever since she had gotten a mission and it was odd due to the timing as well. Most missions began in the evening, not the morning. Was she even ready for this in her current state? She stared at her hands for a moment before she peeked up at Caden. She felt obliged to attend this mission. She turned off the beeping. Anya leaned forward and placed a long kiss on his lips.

“There is a supernatural nearby. I should probably take this mission,” She murmured. She slipped her legs off of the bed, slipping on some pants and a different shirt. Anya snagged a knife, one she always had on her. She fiddled with it as she locked eyes with Caden. “Unless you don’t want me to go,” She teased, not at all serious.

Shaking his head from the electric buzz feeling he drifting into his thoughts. Not once did a spec of regret go through Cadens mind about what happened last night between him and Anya. More or less a different feeling of...being sorry in advance for when the guys find out. He could tell Anya had some sort of the same feeling but not regret. How can you not feel this way when the guys basically love her and drooled over her? Being shook from his thoughts his lips curved into a small smirk, "Sneaking around is the best part of this." He said as she squeezed herself from his grip, he noticed her bright red cheeks and chuckled softly.

Looking up at her, listening to her question his peachy-ness, whileist giving him a glare, he almost laughed from it. He knew she would catch on eventually, his demeanor was completeltly different than what it usally is, just didn't know it would come this soon. He didn't know how he was going to tell her that a pretty nasty supernatural is around that probaly wants either him or her dead, and that she probaly stands no chance against him if she wanted to try and finish her mission, plus telling her that the supernatural is here for him for some 'unfinished' buisness. His head snapped towards the beeping device. His face went blank, thoughts going out the window, knowing eactly what it was beeping for. He didn't want it to happen now.

His eyes slipped down and up, travelling her body as she changed. He was not being low-key what so ever of what he is doing. His devilish smirk made it's way upon his face again as he swiftly stood up from his bed, making his way over to where Anya was at, locking eyes with her bright-blue crystal colored orbs. The eye contact between the two of them was very strong. Now was probaly not the time to be eye-fucking Anya, but hey, he couldn't help it.

Taking another step he advanced closer to her, grabbing the knife from her grasp, and slipped his arm around her waist with his free hand. He leaned his head down to her ear, "You're not going, Anya." His tone was silky and husky with possesivness and a slight swirl of agresstion writtin all throughout the words. He meant it, she was not going.

The moment she lifted her eyes was the moment her face turned bright red. There was a way her lip trembled that caused her eyes to flutter away for a quick second, biting down on her lip in hopes he didn't notice. Why was he looking at her in that manner? She knew the answer to that question but she didn't want to acknowledge it. As he scrambled to stand up, she backed up a few steps knowing he was up to something. He was quicker than she had expected. He loosely seized her around the waist, his face getting close to hers. Her fists clenching just in case she needed to whack him one if he got too cocky. “I am not going?” She asked, her smile disappearing from her lips. Usually he would be so nonchalant when saying things like that, so why did he seem so desperate? She locked eyes with him, her eyes narrowing. Her fists loosened as she leaned into him. “Caden, you are up to something aren’t you,” She intensely whispered as if someone was right outside the door trying to eavesdrop. She placed her hands against his chest, tilting her head at his actions. Her finger tapped a few times before her hands went still.

“What? Are you afraid of me leaving?” She teased but for some reason she felt like that was the answer. He knew her job as a hunter so why was he pushing for her to stay. She had no choice but to follow her duty or else she would risk being killed. Anya was already risking Caden and his friend's well-being just by being near them. Could it be that he was trying to protect her? There was no need for that. She was the one who needed to protect him, not the other way around.

Her hands slid to the base of his neck. There was a way about her that showed she was begging to give in but she had no choice but to be resistant. “Your charm doesn’t work on me,” She managed to escape from her lips. Even though she stated otherwise it was obvious that his charm did indeed work on her. It showed through the way her eyes kept removing their gaze to contain composure, the way her cheeks grew redder by the second. Anya moved her lips close to his but the only thing she gave him was a minor hum from her lips, making it seem that she knew what he was up to. She didn't kiss him knowing she would have no choice but to give into him once their lips met. Instead she glided her lips away from his and whispered close in his ear. “If you keep acting this way then you are going to make me do something I will later regret,” Her words slipped out with earnestness.

It was hard to tell what exactly she meant by that. It was either the girl deep down inside of her who loved him speaking or the girl who was a cold blooded killer speaking. She could mean it romantically or evilly. Though she knew Caden wouldn't believe it to be evil, since she did ultimately fail in her conquest to murder him.

Her eyes dug into him like razor blades. That stubbornness was returning to her, it was only a matter of time until she returns to her normal self. That night of passion she spent with him had weakened her, softened her up. She found herself to be giddy almost, and sweet, never teasing him at all. She still felt that deep inside, it begging to come out, to spoil him….and for a moment she slipped. It was too overbearing to handle. Anya kissed him but this kiss wasn't gentle or sweet like all of the other kisses she had given him. It was a kiss of pain. Her body grew rigged in his arms and to her honest surprise she almost felt tears slipping down her cheeks. Even though she teased and spoke bitter words, her kiss spoke differently. There was something troubling her. She was worried, knowing that what she was doing was wrong. Did she regret her decisions? No. But she still found it hard. She wouldn't let Caden move away from her. She wouldn't let him break this kiss, not until she was ready. So much for his charm not working on her. Eventually she gave in, not feeling the harshness to be right anymore. Her once flustered kiss began to soften. She melted into his arms unlike before where she would nervously allow him to hold her. Finally her lips moved away just for a second. “I won't leave,” She reluctantly whispered. “But you have to do something for me…” She paused, her teeth gritting. She knew this wasn't like him so she needed him to answer something for her.

“You have to tell me why I am not going,”