Now was the time. She had waited all day for this moment. She looked at his home. She held back her emotions as she looked at the big place. It made her heart beat a little faster. Anya took a deep breath and turned the doorknob. She finally used the door for the first time. She assumed he wasn't home anyway. Why in the hell would he leave his door unlocked. Didn't she tell him to protect himself. It pissed her off. She stepped inside his home. It was warm and felt like home. It had been how long since she had snuck in. She approached the counter and felt herself freeze. The knife. He actually kept it. She snatched it up. She peered at the object in her hands. It was still in good condition, with no blemishes. "Damn you," She smiled. Her eyes lifted when she heard the shower turn on. "He is home," She murmured to herself. She slowly approached the bathroom. She touched the doorknob. This was going to be fun. He also left it unlocked. She quietly opened the door. Hot steam hit her face. She silently closed to door. She found a seat for herself on the bathroom counter. She fiddled with the knife. It didn't bother her that Caden was merely behind the curtain taking a shower.

"Can I ask you something," She finally broke the silence, other than the sound of water running. "Why the hell would you be so secure with your surroundings. I mean. How easy was it for me to sneak in? You could be killed easily. You piss me off you know that," She stated seriously. Her hands stung with the heat but she paid no attention to it. Gripping one hand on the knife, she traced the scar on her lip and chin with the other hand. "I give you a mask yet I highly doubt you've worn it. I give you a knife yet you leave it on the counter for someone random to take it. It's upsetting." She scoffed softly. "Now tell me, handsome. Did you miss me?" A smug smile fell upon her face. Her eyes looked shocked all of a sudden. "You are drunk," Was now the best time to be in the bathroom with him? He was in a vulnerable state and she had just found out he was drunk. She wasn't sure this was a perfect idea now that she had fulfilled it. Well, she could smell the alcohol but how could he have gotten in the shower just fine if he were drunk. Now she has concluded that he was somewhat drunk rather than full-blown drunk. It wasn't like him to get wasted like that anyway. The smile only grew more amused. She finally let a sigh escape from her lips.

Caden chuckled them smiled, titling his head back, “Their was no reason for me to worry about being killed, Anya...casue the only person who would try and kill me was you” he paused, “and you've never fully went through with.” He lessened the pressure in the room, he knew he was vulnerable from being a little drunk, it’s harder for him to regulate how potent his power could get when being the a slightest bit drunk. Listening to her voice calmed him in a way, despite her sentences mostly containing of how pissed she was at him, but hey, what new about that? He looked up at the ceiling, the water dripping down from his chin, listening for her to finish speaking, rolling his eyes when she could tell he was drunk. “Ah, well ya’ caught me..” His voice calm, with a raspy, taunting tone, “But hey, after those longish 2 or so months, I missed you too, Princess.” The word he first used when they met, Princess, he chuckled. His ever so taunting smirk had risin on his face. She was back.

Anya let out a very tiny gasp when she clenched the knife too hard out of anger. It sent a wave of pain through her injured hand. The last thing she wanted to do was injure her hands worse. She hoped he didn't hear her. For a small instance, she worried about him seeing her. She had a scar on her lip and her hands were mauled to bits. She felt weak in this state. Her eyes lifted up when he said that he missed her. She looked at her hands with a smile, allowing the smile to fade. She hopped off of the counter, her shoes clicking on the ground. Without another word she slowly opened the door. "Hurry the hell up dammit. Don't call me princess either," The first sentence she spoke was very serious while her voice shifted on the second sentence. Her tone had changed to child-like as if she were going to blush. Why did she find herself liking that nickname to the point where she had no choice but to act like she hated it? She shut the door behind her, letting out a sharp exhale. The air outside of the bathroom was much cooler and it allowed her hands to ache less.

She inched her way towards the biggest window in the house. Anya grasped the window and opened it. She looked up at the night sky as she clasped her hands together. The breeze felt perfect against her skin. "I don't sense the presence of anyone else," She began to talk to herself. "I assume he doesn't have a girl to call his. It's truly pathetic really," She scoffed slightly but felt a smile tug on her lips. "I wish I could have had fun with the slut," She said hastily. Anya touched the scar on her lip. She allowed herself to fall quiet.

Caden leaned against the end of the hallway wall watching as Anya looked at the sky, “Pretty ain't it?” he said calmly. A buzz hit him as he shook his head, his powers were troubling him, which made sense considering he's using then whilst being tipsy, but the buzz has been getting sharper. Lifting his head up, he walked over to the kitchen, towards the fridge, opening it and pulled out a plastic water bottle. Edging towards the table he has sitting near the entrance to his place, he leaned down to it, “So where we're you for these 2 months?” Caden said. He had an idea but he wanted to see if he were right. Opening the water bottle he took down a a gulp of water, before looking over at Anya.

Anya didn't look back at him when he entered the room. She just fell quiet and listened. For some reason, she felt obligated to hide her injuries, at least for the moment. There was no room for weakness to her. She gripped her hands close to her body and she always made sure her face was turned away from him. "For 2 months?" She questioned. "Why was I gone?" She added promptly after the first question. Anya gulped hard. Was it right to tell him the full truth? A deep sigh escaped her. He would find out either way. This burdened feeling made her feel like she was about to cry yet no tears were arriving in her eyes. "It was a mission. That was all......" She mumbled, almost like she was hiding something from him. "I killed. You should already know this," Anya sounded so bitter. Anya killed his kind with ease and pleasure yet when it came to him she always hesitated.

Yet, here he was. He was standing near a murderer of his kind, and someone who attempted to murder him numerous times. Why was Caden so composed? It pissed her off. He wasn't afraid of her when he should be. She couldn't even sense fear radiating off of him. "You irritate me so much you know that." She turned her head, ever so slightly towards him. Her eyes seemed so dull and sad. Anya jerked her head away hoping he didn't catch a glimpse of the scar. "Make me hate you. Make it easier for me, Caden," She said, her voice monotone. "Tell me you don't care about me. Tell me you nearly forgot about me these past 2 months. Tell me you moved on," Her voice grew bolder and bolder. Anya still kept her eyes on the outside, not even catching a gaze with him. She ran her thumb against the knife in her hand.

Anya closed her eyes in irritation. "I am here to kill you. I am here because I want to hate you!" She whipped around, her eyes meeting his with anger. She had lost herself over a simple thing. He was right and there was nothing she could do about it. She flinched and hesitated. Just seeing him made her wish she held her tongue. She scoffed at herself. Anya finally felt the tears coming to her eyes, but she didn't allow them to fall. She was the pathetic one, not Caden. She was weak and she was wrong. Her knees nearly buckled from the stress but she caught her balance. "I give up," She allowed herself to slip down to her knees. It was almost like her spirit has been shattered. How could it not be? The last 2 months had been hell for her. She got hurt a lot and didn't have the comfort of someone around her. She was left to tend to herself. A hunter could never be hesitant, weak, and never have emotions...yet she hesitated, fell to her knees in weakness, and was messed up with emotions. She allowed her breathing to calm herself. At least that helped for the moment. She peered up at Caden.

"I'm exhausted. I haven't slept in days. Why did I come here you may ask? Because my stubborn ass missed you. I missed that pathetic look on your face. I missed your cocky words. I missed....." She paused for a long moment. Anya allowed herself to just give up and say what she wanted. "You get what I am saying," She shoved a chuckle out of her throat in a failed attempt to lighten the moment. Anya was shocked when she felt tears falling onto her hands. She was crying without even realizing it. She hadn't cried in a long time. It almost felt relieving. She lifted her bandaged hand and rubbed some of the tears away. Anya just kept her mouth shut. She allowed herself to stay on her knees and allow the tears to flow from her eyes. She allowed the exhaustion to take over.

Looking up he met her eyes. They were filled with all emotions possible, he could tell she wanted to let it all loose. He ignored the fact that she had mentioned that she was supposed to kill him. Caden wanted her to let her emotions loose. He felt the pressure she was holding in, inside herself, there was a lot of it, he wanted it gone. Leaning forward when her knees buckled, he was being hesitant, but for what. Gritting his teeth, looking to the wall, he sighed, his tounge poking the inside of his cheek, turning back towards her. She fell to her knees, he watched as she peeked up to him. It broke him seeing her like this, she was hurt, and solely ran out of everything in her. Caden gradually walked over to her, listening as her breathing slowed down to a normal pace, “Damn you, you push yourself way to fuckin’ hard ya’ know that?” He mumbled in a stern yet, soft manner.

He crouched down in front of her, at least three faces away from her, looking at her hands then face, shaking his head. He looked at her eyes while she finished speaking. Caden wasn't good with this type of stuff, he's never had someone be so vulnerable in front of him, he wasn't sure what to fully do. A tear fled down her face, he flinched, his face becoming shocked as more and more of them fell. He sighed, sympathetically. Slowly, he brought a hand to her face wiping away her tears before moving his fingers to her chin, gently moving it up to him, “I'm proud of you for letting it out, ” He wavered softly smiling at her, his eyes staring at hers, he knew it felt good to release everything, it always does, “But will you please let me fix you up? I don't think those bandages will take any more tears, and I told think you will last with them like this.” He said teasing her a little bit.

Anya leaned into his touch. She closed her eyes for a moment like a puppy who hadn't gotten attention in its life. "Proud of me?" She asked, her eyes peeking open. It seemed like she never heard that sentence before in her life. "You are proud of me for being weak?" It was rather surprising to her. She hushed herself when he continued to speak. She looked at her bandage which was wrapped poorly around her hand, now drenched with tears. Did she really cry that much? Anya gripped the bandage then slowly unraveled it, allowing it to fall onto the floor. Her hand wasn't fully healed so the scars hadn't formed yet. There was a variety of deep cuts and scrapes but in a messy ununiformed manner. It was worse than her burnt hand.

"I lost focus and this was the consequence for it," She didn't want to explain the fight since that would take to long. "You supernaturals are soft but boy when it comes down to it you will do anything to survive," She attempted to smile but she was still to frustrated to make it a real smile. A shaky exhale escaped her afterward. When he got close enough she allowed her forehead to place itself on his shoulder. It seemed like she couldn't hold herself up any longer, however, that wasn't what it was. She wanted to be close to him. "My other hand was burnt because I showed empathy on someone I didn't know was a supernatural at the time. It isn't bad or anything to worry about but I am unsure whether it will leave a tinted mark or not once it fully heals." She whispered softly, tilting her head on his shoulder just a little so she could somewhat whisper into his ear. "I know you are trying to make me feel better and tend to my wounds...But...can we just stay like this. Just for a few more seconds." She whispered. She allowed her eyes to close as she leaned into him more, her head still rested on his shoulder. It is astonishing how much he trusts her. Well I guess he doesn't have to trust her, he just trusts that she hesitates.

After a few long what felt to be minutes she lifted her head from his shoulder, her tears dry now. She made no eye contact with him and just raised her hands up for him to tend to whichever, probably the bruised and battered one rather than the one that is already healing. "If I only worked harder...then my hands wouldn't be ruined," She murmured kind of like a pouting child, although there was seriousness in her voice.