I Feel It's Gonna Rain[Tyler]

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler smiled widely at her. "This is true." he said in a soft tone. His eyes did wander, unlike her's his lips parted slightly and he held back the urge to look at her perfect, soft looking lips. He failed, and his green eyes lowered to her lips. His chest picked up slightly, he he forgot all about Tomas, he moved closer still, and Tomas yelped. Tyler jumped, "Sorry!" he said. face turning cherry red. Tomas crawled out from under Tyler's legs and then walked over to sit away from them, sighing slightly.

Tyler watched his dog walk away and he turned back to Mercy, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ummm.. you distracted me.." he said, a small smile crossing his face. Serious flooded back into him again and he scooted closer to her once again. He was quiet, just staring at her. "Would you believe me when I said I never tried to show interest in anything romantic?" He asked this, his body was inches from her now...

[Mercy Scarborough]

Mercy was leaning more toward him, so drawn in and seeing his eyes wandering to her lips. She was dying to feel his lips on hers, to know what it felt like to kiss him. And then... the dog yelped. She jumped, her heart beat picking up from the shock of it. Face red, she too watched the dog before she finally got the courage to look back at Tyler as he spoke to her again.

He moved closer and she felt like there was an almost magnetizing energy pulling them closer and drawing her in. They were so, so close. Surely just one small movement could bring their lips together, but they were both suspended there, anticipation growing. "It depends..." she said to him, so softly and smoothly. "Would you believe that I've never kissed a man before?" It was true, she hadn't. Not on the lips at least. Why? Because she hadn't shown much interest in any men until she met him.

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler was more than shocked when she leaned in closer toward him. She was drawing him in faster and faster. He had fallen for her already, like a dumb fool. He was no fool for falling in love with this amazing young woman, he was a fool for falling in love with this amazing rich woman. She was too good for him, and it would never last. He would get his heart torn to pieces before he could even get the chance to say 'I love you'. He was making a mistake, but he was oblivious to it.

"No." He said in a soft tone,and a small smirk playing his face. The reason he said no, well.. because he was going to kiss her. He was his own proof. He moved over till his body was touching her's, his hand lifted up to lightly brush against the other side of her cheek. He smiled, letting his lips brush against her ear and her cheek. He kissed her jawline and then went to make his way to her lips...

[Francis O'Connor]

"I've never seen something like this," came an Irish brogue from off to the side, laughter echoing in the air, over the sound of the rain. "Some poor fool actually trying to go for a pretty rich lass?! HA!" Francis stood there, leaning against a tree, having come in silently and unannounced.

He had been hunting, having smelled the two lovebirds and followed their scent, diluted by the rain. He knew he had disturbed a private moment, but he didn't care. He moved away from the tree, dangerously approaching them. There was a dark and dangerous look in his eyes and it was obvious this guy was no good. Especially considering the way he looked at Mercy. He'd love to just sink his teeth into that.

"What's a pretty little lass like you doing with a schmuck like him anyway?" he asked, smiling evilly. "Why don't you head on back with me doll? I'll show you how a real man handles a pretty lass like you." He winked at her, completely serious. He could use a nice lay that night. He didn't care that the guy was sitting right there. He could take him out too easily anyway.

Francis was older than these two, by appearance, perhaps by about fifteen to twenty years. In reality though, it was a lot more than that. He was dressed on in black, soaked as well. He was a muscular man, very rugged and tough looking. Not to mention evil looking. He wasn't the kind of man you would want your women around...

[Mercy Scarborough]

They had been so close... Mercy could feel his body against hers... his hand brushing against her cheek. Her hands slid gently to his chest, shivering as his lips brushed her ear... and then her cheek... almost to her lips when-

Slender brows knitting together, Mercy was pulled out of her daze by the sound of someone's voice. She pulled away from Tyler and got to her feet, staying very close to him. "Excuse me?" she said, looking at this guy she had never seen before in her entire life. Her face grew red, seeing the way this man looked at her and hearing the things he was saying. Disgusting.

Concerned about the way this man was talking, Mercy found herself moving closer to Tyler, holding onto his arm as if she was afraid this man was going to try to drag her away with him. She knew Tyler wouldn't let that happen though. Who was this psycho? Did he really believe for a second that she would go with him and let him touch her? She stayed by Tyler, a little timid and wary of this stranger.

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler pulled away as soon as he heard another male voice. It surprised him, and he spun about, glaring at the idiot who was making a fool out of himself and Mercy. He stood too, putting himself between Mercy and this freak. His green eyes were ablaze as he stared at the Irish guy. "How about you crawl back to where ever you came from and leave her alone." he said with more of a snarl than he intended to. This guy looked like trouble, and he didn't want to piss him off unless he had to. If Tyler got hurt, he didn't want to see Mercy get drug off and god knows what this guy will do.

He didn't know whether do try and scare this guy off, or get Mercy the hell out. Tomas lifted his head, stood up and started to growl lightly, his hair sticking up on the back of his neck, and he slinked back toward Tyler, teeth baring slightly.

(Sorry.. headache)

[Francis O'Connor]

Francis just laughed, watching as the girl practically hid behind her lover. "I'm trying to have a conversation with the girl, lad," he said to Tyler, smiling because he knew he was being an ass. He gave the dog a look, snarling back at it before looking back to the young couple. "So what do you say lass? We could ditch this loser and I'll take you back to my place where I can show you a real man." He smirked and winked at her, knowing he was probably scaring her.

He came closer, jumping up smoothly onto a fallen over tree trunk and balancing on it like a tight rope walker, walking across it. Every movement took him closer to this girl, as if he was trying to sneak around them to get to her. "You know lass, I don't think I've ever met a lady such as yourself you didn't mind being out here in weather like this with a poor fool." He looked at Tyler, an evil look on his face. He hopped down off of the tree truck, just feet from them now.

Taking in a deep breath of air through his nose, he smiled and looked at her. "I knew I smelled a virgin." This seemed to almost please him. "I figured this poor scum wouldn't be able to give you a nice feck(They really do say it like that. it is indeed fuck. it sounds better when Frank McCourt is the author though...). You need the goods to do it." He looked over at Tyler and just smirked. He was such an evil son of a bitch.

[Mercy Scarborough]

It was true, Mercy practically was hiding behind Tyler, gripping his upper arm and standing close to his back. She watched this man, a wary look in her eyes as she noticed he was getting closer and closer and practically trying to make his way around Tyler to put Mercy between them. Mercy was no idiot though and kept her eye on him, moving behind Tyler so she wasn't standing between them.

Her face flushed as the man talked of such vulgar things, disgusting her and making her grip Tyler's arm tighter. "I'd rather not go anywhere with you..." Mercy said, her voice sounding tight and timid. She'd never been talked to by a man like this. And she certainly didn't like the way he spoke of Tyler. She wanted to tell this man that Tyler was more than twice the man he would ever be... but she didn't want to provoke him.

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler had enough of this idiot. He ground his teeth together, obviously growing annoyed with the things this man was saying. "Fuck off Toolbag." He said, knowing it wasn't good language to use infront of Mercy, but the timing... well it was needed. His green eyes were on fire as he stepped away from Mercy for a second, he needed to put this man in his place, he had stepped way over the line.

He closed the foot between himself and the man, looking him up and down, a snarl evident on his face. "Don't ever talk about her, don't look at her... don't even THINK about her. If I hear another word come out of your mouth I swear I'll knock your teeth down your throat." he said with a snarl, his voice full of poison and hatred. Tyler wasn't one to quickly judge and hate, but he knew for a FACT he hated this man already. He could not believe some of the things that came out of this guys mouth, thinking he was better than everyone else, and that every women wanted to bed with him, Tyler huffed at the thought of it. His stared the man down, unafraid of what this man could do now, now Tyler was pissed off.

He did not look back at Mercy, but he knew he shouldn't have moved away from her, he just couldn't help himself, he would not be talked down apon by someone he didn't even know.

[Francis O'Connor]

Francis laughed and looked down at the guy. "How is it you're going to stop me?" he asked him, an evil tone to his Irish brogue. He stood up straighter, letting the boy know he wasn't at all intimidated by him. He laughed... right in his face, shoving him back a little. "Are you afraid she'll actually enjoy it?" He winked at Mercy, chuckling again.

"Or are you just pissy because you can't get her dress off?" he asked, a challenging look in his eyes. It was one of those moments that you had to be careful what you said so as not to insult the very person you were trying to defend. "If I were you, Lad, I'd have her dress off in a second." He looked at Mercy with that gleam in his eyes, as if he was already picturing her naked.

[Mercy Scarborough]

Mercy didn't like that Tyler had left her side and as this man looked at her, she felt so exposed... as if she was standing there naked. The look in his eyes was so disgusting. Her face grew hot as all of this was going on and she was more on edge with each passing second. The moment she saw the strange man push Tyler though, she stepped up behind Tyler, hands going to his back so he wouldn't attack this guy. She didn't want him to get hurt and she was scared of what might happen if he did. If Tyler was rendered incapable of defending them, then the only one they had left to defend them was Mercy and... Mercy didn't think in the slightest that she could take on this older and not to mention larger man.

"Perhaps we should just go," Mercy said, a hint of fear audible in her voice. She was practically gripping the back of Tyler's shirt to keep him from pouncing. "Please..." She shot the pervert a look, just wanting to leave with Tyler. The rain was picking up and she was starting to get colder anyway. If they didn't leave, then this was going to get very ugly... very fast. She tried to ignore the man's comments about things like getting her dress off, disturbed by these thoughts. The only thing that kept her from freaking out was that she knew Tyler... so long as he didn't get hurt, wouldn't let this man touch her. From what she could tell at least.[/blockquote]

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler's face grew red and his teeth clenched tightly together. His whole body went stiff and he stared at this man with a look filled with pure hatred. He wanted to shove his fist down his throat, connect his fist with his face, kick him in the stomach, rip off his arm, something! His chest started to heave and even as Mercy's hand was placed against his back, he still got fired up, she was only a reminder that this foul-mouthed fucker was making fun of her, someone he had fallen for.

The hot headed Tyler pulled his fingers into a fist, "You won't even get close enough to touch her you fool." he said, poison pouring from his tone. He had taken enough insulting. So this guy thought his dick was too big for even a pretty girl like Mercy? Well let's see what he would think after Tyler ripped him limb from limb. It had gotten ugly, fast... too fast for Mercy to do anything. His fist came back, and flew forward, aiming to slam right into the guy's face.

[Francis O'Connor]

Francis was quick. As soon as this idiot tried to punch him, he dodged the hit and suddenly tackled him onto the ground, sliding over the mud and rocks. He punched the little bastard right in the face, once, then twice. "Maybe you should have listened to the lass and left," he said to him, grabbing him by the throat. That's what he'd do... choke the little bastard to death and then take the girl back to his own home where he could have his fun with her.

"So here's my plan," he said, squeezing his throat tighter. "I'm going to get rid of you and leave you here for the wolves to feed on." An evil chuckle followed his words and at the moment, he wasn't paying much attention to the girl. She was probably cowering anyway, not having the guts to do anything. "Then, I'm gonna take the lass back to my own place. Who knows, I might keep her for a while... could be fun." He looked right down at Tyler, smirking.

[Mercy Scarborough]

"Ty!" Mercy screeched, seeing him attack the man. She jumped back as Tyler was tackled, everything happening so fast. She jumped, seeing the man hitting Tyler and knew she had to do something... especially when she saw him choking the life out of him. It scared her... it scared the hell out of her. But Mercy... she wasn't stupid. She was a fierce girl, so she wasn't going to cower like he expected her to.

"Stop it!" Mercy screamed, grabbing a decent sized branch and hitting this man in the side of the head. He screamed in pain wrenched the branch from Mercy's hands, tossing it to the side. "Little bitch," he said, rubbing the side of his head and getting up off of Tyler and giving her a dark look. "Come here," he said, giving her the come hither gesture with his fingers. She shook her head though, backing away and trembling.

Chuckling, he came forward anyway, catching her and slapping her across the face, hard, before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder. Face stinging from the harsh hit, she struggled and squirmed as he threw her over his shoulder. "NO!!!!" she screamed, scared to death and struggling to get him to put her the hell down. "TYLER!" she screamed, feeling this man only hold her tighter as she struggled. He turned to Tyler and winked at him. "Looks like I'm close enough to touch her, lad." He said, patting her on the ass.

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler was not expecting this man to move so fast. It was a split second dodge and the next thing Tyler knew, he was on the ground, and getting punched. He let out a groan, trying to get out from under the brute, his vibrant green eyes opened and he watched as the Irish man's hand clamped down over his throat.

He struggled, choking, gasping for air. He grit his teeth as he glared at the man who held his throat and tried to choke the life out from him. He heard every single word the evil bastard said and he only wanted to hurt him more. He hated this man, and no matter how much stronger this guy was, Tyler was going to bring him down, eventually. So long he didn't get killed in the process. He was starting to see black, when he saw the branch smack into the man's head. Relief flooded through him as he gasped for air, and the crisp clean wind gushed down his throat.

It took a few moments for him to realize what was going on, and he looked up, hearing Mercy screaming. He cursed under his breath at what the man said. He got up, wobbling slightly. Tomas had run off, the damn dog was useless when it came to defending his master. He looked around for any signs of the dog, great.. he was on his own for this one. He then sprinted after the fucker, literally tackling him to the ground, even with Mercy on the man's shoulder. Tyler couldn't think of any other way to separate the two. He tried to get his bearings and pin the man, hoping to put him in his place.