Nathan had just arrived back at his home after a night on the job. He had crept through the front door, careful not to alert Shilo of his presence just yet, and moved directly to the fireplace, swinging it forward and entering his secret chamber beneath the house. Once inside how ever, Nathan some how faded away, his evil alert ego ceasing all movement at first, cracking his neck and reveling in the warm feeling of the blood dripping down his neck and trickling down the leather covered exterior of his torso. A sadistic smile cracked onto his face and he moved again, stalking through the room towards the area where he washed and kept his suit.

He placed the cooler in his hand upon a small wooden stool in the beginning of the tiled area of the room, stretching his back a bit as straightened himself again. He began to slowly remove each singular piece of his repossession attire, clipping each item to the makeshift clothes line before him before removing the next item of leather from his body. His boot kicked to the side and his gloves now hanging from the line, blood trickling down them and dripping to the floor, he brought his hand to his side, sliding the hidden zipper down until it met the end of the track at his hip. He then removed his helmet, rolling his head around in a wide circle before placing the object almost lovingly on a hook that protruded from the wall.

Grell had followed the strange man back to his stately home, taking care so that she was not spotted, at least not yet. Her red boots clicked slightly on the street, and her long, red, hair swung behind her as she continued to follow him. She had to admit that she was intrigued, never had she seen someone with so much bloodlust, except perhaps herself. The way that he went about harvesting organs was absolutely intriguing, and she had been following him for a few days now, though this was the first time that she had ever followed him to his home. After a few minutes she followed him inside, taking great care to be as silent as possible.

She noted that the fireplace seemed to be pulled out just slightly, and she grinned wildly as she moved down the dark hallway, deep into the bowels of the house. When Grell finally reached the foot of the stairs she pulled the surgical mask away from her mouth, choosing to rest it around her neck as she watched him start to peel away his leather suit. "Well, well, well. I do admit, a secret dungeon was not what I was expecting."

As a slightly squeaky, yet gruff voice spoke from behind him, he moved his hand swiftly to his side, sheathing is lot scalpel from it holster and spinning around quickly. He glared across the room at the source of the voice, a tall slender looking woman dressed in red, her hair seeming to blend in with the fabric of her extra long trench coat. "Who the hell are you?" he said menacingly, his eyes darting into hers with a dangerous tone. "How the hell did you get into my house?"

He began taking slightly relaxed steps out of the tiled area, moving about the room, yet not getting any closer to the woman that had invaded his privacy. The scalpel at dangled between his fingers at his side, swaying gently back and forth as he moved.

Grell grinned, her sharp teeth showing. She had expected him to get extra defensive, and he did not disappoint. She ran a hand through her hair, a small smile on her lips. "Who I am does not matter right now." Her brilliant green eyes tracked his every movement. "As for your house, I'm afraid that you left your front door open, it was too easy to slip inside." He eyes moved from him to her perfectly manicured nails, which she picked at gently.

"I saw what you did to that man in the alley. It was rather delicious."

He scowled at her, his temper raging within him with nearly every word she spoke. "One does not simply walk into someone's home simply because the door was unlocked!" he spat angrily, his brows narrowing as he spoke. He halted however, when she spoke of Nathan's work in the alleyway, his mind reeling with the mental pictures of the blood spurting from the victims back as Nathan had effortlessly removed his spine. "Yes, well. That was, rather unfortunately, not my handy work." he said, swinging his scalpel around in front of him and temporarily forgetting her intrusion.

She cocked a brow. "Oh yes, you were not the one that stuck your scalpel into that man's back. That must have been another man that looked just like you." She turned her gaze from her nails back to him. "My mistake. You were not the one washing blood off of your suit. Of course not."

He shook his head, now completely forgetting the fact that this woman had barged into his home without warning or invitation. His anger was now totally fixed on the fact that he did not have full control, that Nathan was an ever present nuisance from which he could not escape or deny. "In a sense, yes, it was another man." he said, his now fisted hand clenching around the handle of the small surgical knife in his hand. "An ever present leech on my life. If I don't take charge of cleaning the blood, he would have it gone so quickly I would barely have any time to enjoy it."

She smirked. He enjoyed blood as well, oh this was going to be rather interesting. "Another man?" She asked, a brow cocked. Hmmm, two men, one body, if she could just seduce one she could have twice the fun. "How interesting. Tell me more."

He was now in some sort of rage fueled rant, finally able to express all his feelings to someone that was actually interested in hearing them. He couldn't talk to his beloved Shilo, she would only ignore him and wait for her precious father to return, and he could under no circumstances reveal himself to the outside world, for they would expel him from his own body like they had a right to do so.

He gritted his teeth, a scowl upon his face as he spoke, his teeth barely breaking contact with each other. "He is an absolutely poor excuse for a man that merely gets in my way. He is self-righteous, cowardly, and morally bound to do his duty rather than just give up on his so called life and leave me be."

"Mmmmmmm" She waggled her eye brows at him. "Oh how intriguing." She meant every word, and she moved to lean against the wall. "Do tell me more." She was eager to hear about this. She had never seen a case of split personality this bad, and she was absolutely fascinated.

The scowl remained on his face as he began to pace back and forth, the odd woman's coaxing words simply fueling his ever present rage. "I can not have my precious girl because of his...his.....loving nature and sweet tender words. His undying love for his dead wife constantly wiggling it's way into my subconscious and nagging at me. 'I miss her. I need her. I'm never getting her back'. Just shut up and drift away already so I can get on with my life without your incessant moping and depressive attitude." He was now simply arguing with himself, paying no mind to the woman leaning against the wall and pacing back and forth in the middle of the large room.

"If I could take care of you myself, I most certainly would. But that would require me perishing as well, and by all means that will never happen."

Grell blinked. "Dear me." She chuckled and placed a hand in her pocket. "This other man does bother you quite a bit, doesn't he?" She was still intrigued, it had been centuries since she had met anyone this insane, and honestly the more insane the more fun, at least in her humble opinion.

He glared over at the woman, as if the mere action of speaking had infuriated him beyond belief. "Bother me?" he said, his face twisting into an expression that could only be qualified as pure insanity. "Oh, no." He began to move slowly towards her, taking short steps and pausing briefly before moving his other leg forward. "Bother, is not the right word here. He...poisons me!" he spat, halting his movements, his eyes widening as far as they possibly could, his expression now maniacal. "And there's no cure!"

She watched his steps come towards her, knowing that if he got out of hand, though he would not have the means to kill her, she could force her specialized death scythe to her. "Oh how interesting." She murmured. "I suppose I am quite sorry about that."

He was beginning to grow frustrated. Why was everything interesting? Was she toying with him? Was she simply trying to rile him up so she could distract him long enough to steal what she wanted an left? What was she playing at? What was her end game?

He composed himself, noting that he must have been coming across as an insane idiot with a one track mind. He straightened his stance a bit and stared at her. "Are you trying to belittle me?" he asked, attempting to see if he could get a straight answer from her or if she would continue to play mind games. "Are you simply playing with me?"