Hunter was about to shift forms, he still had trouble controlling his other form sometimes but stopped once Vincent eyes turned a black color, he stared down at the witch and wondered what he was doing. Then, a huge furious bear suddenly appeared, knocking the hunters gun right out of his hand.

So, that was Vincent's power....he was a illusionist. Once Vincent ordered him to just run, he did that and took off. Hunter was extremely fast and slide to a abrupt hault in-front of the Masqurade shop.

He wasn't even out of breath when he opened the door while still holding Vincent in his arms. He let the door close behind him, turning his head to peer outside and could see the hunter standing about a mile away, glaring at the two before simply disappearing into the forest.

Are you okay? He asked, looking down at Vincent with concern and worried eyes.

Vincent could feel his stress levels spike again as it was near painful to hold the illusion together. Said illusion was looking extremely rabid as is chased back the Hunter still, having taken a chunk of of an arm before fading. Vincent was breathing heavy as thy entered the shop, the black color leaving his eyes as he just worked to steady his breathing. He knew he would need his chair and made a slight push with his magic so as to teleport his wheelchair to the shop for the time being.
"I can't stress out to much or my magic aligns to darkness or light. I think I'll be okay just...take me upstairs please, my room's the last on the left up the staircase..."
He could feel the distinct hum of magic in the air, knowing that a dahlia wasn't home due to there being protective magic everywhere. He ended up just clinging. To Hunter, his body slowly starting to stop with the trembling.

The hunter wasn't going to come back, but he had a bad feeling that this wouldn't be the last time that Hunter would see that man. He looked down at Vincent, feeling the other starting to tremble now in his arms and sigh softly. He should have gotten Vincent out of their as soon as he felt something foul was in the air.....now look what had happened.

He heard Vincent's words and just nodded, walking up the stairs and walked down the hallway, going to the last room on the left like Vincent had said. Once he was in the others room, he gently laid Vincent down on the bed and sat down in a chair.

I'm sorry I should have just gotten you out of there as soon as I felt something. He said.

Vincent's heart rate was starting to go stable again as hunter walked up the staircase. He had rested his head on the other's shoulder, moving to at least try and sit up when placed in the bed. He watched hunter sit down in his desk chair, noticing that it looked like The wolf was beating himself up over something. The witch couldn't help to frown at hearing the other speak.
"Don't beat yourself up about it. I was able to use my stress to our advantage so don't worry. We're okay see?"
He gave a smile and moved his hands to reach out for Hunter. The location of the chair left him slightly distant from the wolf and he didn't like that at the moment.

He heard what Vincent had said through telepathy, but couldn't help but to feel upset that he didn't prevent this from happening. Vincent's words though made him smile some and he saw Vincent out stretch his hand towards him, he scooted alittle closer beside Vincent and gently took the others hand in his.

He smiled some, lacing his fingers with Vincent's and couldn't help but to rub the back of the others hand with his thumb. Hunter had never been the type to be touchy feely with anyone, he had never even held someones hand before.

Vincent didn't know what to expect when he reached out for Hunter but did like the result. He let his smile grow brighter as fingers laced between his. He gave a slight squeeze with his hand as he noticed how the other was making small circles with his thumb on the back of his hand. The action seemed to make him rather sleepy, his green eyes looking to get heavy. He couldn't restrain the yawn as he ended up laying down, still not letting go of Hunter's hand as he did so.
"Magic always exhausts me...your hand being warm is making me sleepier i think..."
Vincent had had a long and rather exciting day for such a fragile teen, he just needed to sleep it all off now.