The living was giggling at him, just like they did before, when the sun slowly devoured some of his flesh, gritting his teeth he watched , his yowl of pain was an expression of some that he felt, oh the beast did wish for at least one lonesome hour where this pain did not taunt him, her voice pierced through him "Can one not escape the world without demons following, taunting, cursing, ensuring for my life to be more painful?" his voice pained but angered flowed through wheezing breaths his head flicking stiff and quickly to where he was burnt, he took off his gloves and neatly tucked them into a pocket, like any gentleman would do for when touching a girls flesh with his own bare hands for the first time, a claw grew from his left index finger and he forced it through his collar bone, another scream of agonising pain, and his entire side bubbled and flared like ambers upon a dying fire, whipping his hands away he put his gloves back on, and glared at her "I demand you leave here, for you have no right following me to my new found home" wild eyes glaring at her wishing for her to just disappear, though that never happens when trouble brews does it?
She laughed again, which only enraged him more, he started to chew his tongue, a few streams of blood dribbled down his chin, only to be lapped back up into his infected bleeding gums, her weapon was now flying at him, and he smiled, eyes widening in amusement, into his shoulder it tore and made a home within a tree, his breathing was raced and a cackle of love and amusement roared forth from him, he looked at his gaping wound before looking towards her, again shooting up into the trees, swiftly moving through the tree tops, and then nothing, the beast had turned into his bat form, small and hidden, flapping his velvet wings slowly, before going down from the trees behind the damsel, returning to how he had shown himself before, breathing pervert-idly down her ear, his scent of death leaving and surrounding the breather.
His burnt hand went to grab her hip, he knew for a fact, if he successfully grabbed onto her, then the area of which he would be holding would burn like he burnt the day his pursuers forced him into the light, as his arm bled the plants catching the droplets withered, while his veins , archeries and even muscle started to stretch to rejoin where the gap is now, his skin melting back into position, though it would scar him, most certainly a darker grey than his skin basically was now, it was painful, and his hand wished to grip like a vice onto something to help him feel comforted during this process, and his attacker being the only thing here, than she would have to do.