Innocent in ink.

Lovely. Soaked in blood.

My twenty second birthday and I'm sitting here training wanna be UFC fighters basics they think they have mastered. Cocky bastards. Their foot work needs serious help, they can't block worth of shit, and they.... I just can't.

"You have to get the basics right. And non of you have it. So I suggest coming in every Thursday and I can actually work on something that can help you." I run my fingers through my blonde hair.

I hear a course of huffs and whatever's before I grabbed my duffle bag and I headed out past the weight room into the main training room.

"How'd it go?" My coach asked me. I looked at him and dropped my bag, "Their gonna be easy to train? Sure. They all need help on there basics and they're trying to master advanced things. And they are so cocky." I pull at my hair.

"Go home, ly. Get some rest." He hugged me, "Happy birthday kid." He rubbed my shoulders, he has permanent swelling in his ears and around his eyes, and of his eyes. He's about 5'10 and he's has brown grey hair that's curly.

He's an old school coach and he's so cool, he's like a second dad. Oh, and his names Tony. I smiled at him which he returned, "Okay, night old man." I playfully shoved his shoulders, he smirked, "I'll show you an old man when we spar." I laugh knowing he's going to pummel me.

"Bye!" I yelled pushing open the glass doors, the chilly night air hitting my exposed belly. I hike my duffle bags strap higher up my shoulder, putting my hands in my sweatpants pocket. My house is only around two miles from the gym, so I walk.

I take the dark ally way to my house, which is a two story, five bedroom, two bath, white house. It had a pool in the back and balcony doors in my bedroom. And yes I live alone.

My Nike's scrape against the brick ground, it starts to rain a little. I walk a little quicker when I remember moon and siren are still in there kennels. My two twin pitbulls. They both have grey fur, but siren has brown eyes while moon has blue.

I was about to put in my headphones when I heard a loud thud and the sound of metal scraping across the ground, coming from the intersection of the alleyway. My curiosity got the best of me so I slowed down and rounded the corner.

I see about six shadows running away, and a body leaning against the wall. I run to the body to see a boy not even nineteen, leaning against the filthy wall. I drop my back and fell too my knees.

He was bleeding heavily from his right shoulder, I immediately put pressure on it. He hissed and pushed me back but I wouldn't budge, he put his hand on his wound.

"Stop! You need help. Let me help you." He looked deeply into my eyes before uncovering the bleeding hole. I ripped my hoodie off my shoulders and put as much pressure on his shoulder I could.

His face was scrunched in pain as he groaned and grabbed my wrist in a iron grip, it felt like there would be a bruise there. Well more like knew, but I don't care this boy needs help.

"Hey breathe I need to talk to me." His head was turned and I couldn't feel his breathing. He looked at me with tears welling I'm his eyes, "Please make it stop." He lets out a sob. I put my bloody hand in his hair, softly soothing him.

"It's okay, love. You'll be fine, but I need you to stand up with me so I can get you to my house." I pulled his deep brown hair out of his eyes, he nodded.

I stood up putting my hands around his lean sides and pulled him up. He pushed of the wall letting out a strangled cry, I felt so bad.

He was around 6'0 tall so my 4'9 figure wasn't helping at all but I tried. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and mine around his waist.

"C'mon my house is just over there." I pulled him towards my house trying as to help him without hurting him.

We get the the steps and I help him get up them, he rests his sweaty head on my shoulder. I get my keys out of my duffle bag with major issue but I manage to get through the door. I flip on the main lights and we started ascending the two stair cases of stairs.

"Hang in there. We're almost to my room." He try's to take more of his weight, but his knees almost buckle.

We finally make it to my room where I lay him on my big bed, I run to my bathroom getting a bowl full of warm water, my first aid kit, three towels, and some disinfectants. I walk back and set the bowl on the nightstand.

I put all of the towels off to the side, along with the first aid and the disinfectants.

"My name is Lycan grey, but you can call me ly. Your going to be fine, I promise." I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I-I-I'm Danny. Make the pain stop." He grips my bed sheets. I pulled open the drawer and grabbed my pain meds. I ran down stairs and got him some warm tea, going back up stairs and sitting next to him. I pulled him to where his head is on my lap, putting the glass up to his lips he sipped down the tea, then pills.

"Danny, I need to call someone. Well before I patch you up." His hands try to grab at his jeans exhausted. I held his hand in mine, "I've got it." He turned his head.

I grabbed his phone and opened his phone. I got to his recent call list and see a contact named 'Big Brother' so I click on it.

>> "Danny boy, where are you at? You missed the fun." The deep handsome voice came through.

>> "H-hello? I asked in a small voice, "Um I need your help." I said looking at Danny's pale face.

>> "Who is this? And why do you have my little brothers phone?" His voice raised.

>> "Please, theres no time! I need to sew him up, he's bleeding out." I rush.

>> "What's the address?!" He yelled

>> "East 16th Green rd." I say shakily. He's going to kill me.

>> "Keep him breathing or else." He hung up.

I quickly threw his phone down and started sewing him up.

-thirty minutes later-

I am completely done. I stitched up his stab wound and I'm giving him steroids to help with the bleeding and swelling. He's doing good he pulled through still sleeping.

I walked into my bathroom to see I have blood all over my hands and face but I had no time to clean it up because I have to watch him. So I walk back out siting next him, I realized I haven't let out my pups.

I walked to the hallway and down stairs to where they are and unlocked there cages luckily they were passed out.

I slowly walk back up the stairs rubbing my head. When I get to my room I just walk in and see Danny sitting up.

"Danny!" I run in and sit in front of him, "How are you feeling?" I asked looking into his steel blue eyes.

He shook his head and smiled, "Thank you. For everything, I can't feel anything." I smiled, "I hope you don't mind but I called your big brother." He nodded and looked down.