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Please note this story has nothing to do with my other fics and it is pre-season 2
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As the sun set in the west, a stillness fell over the land. All was calm, all was peaceful...for the moment anyway.

She waited in her quarters patiently. She knew he would come, he couldn't resist his instincts. And the curiosity over the note she had left him would certainly bring him to her as well. All she had to do was wait.

It was nearly eleven by the time Tarantulas knocked on her door. Most of the other Predacons were either asleep or too tired to care what was going on at that moment, and that was just the way she had planed it.

"Come in" purred BlackArachnia in her sickenly sweet voice.

Tarantulas entered the room eyeing the female who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of her bed. "What is the meaning of this?" he held up a small print out "you told me to meet you here at eleven, why?"

BlackArachnia stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying ever so slightly. "I thought you and I might spend an enjoyable evening together...alone...." she ran her claw down his chest seductively.

Any cautions the spider might have had quickly disappeared as she pressed her lips against his. All he could think was *This must be my lucky night.*
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It was nearly midnight by the time they had finished. And a large idiotic smile had spread across Tarantulas's face as he as he lay sprawled out on BlackArachnia's bed. "Wow."

The female smirked at him. "Enjoyed it did you?"

"Oh yes!" Tarantulas leaned back and closed his eyes. He was quite exhausted, so much in fact that he didn't realize what was happening till he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His eyes flew open only to stare helplessly at the dagger plunged into his stomach.

BlackArachnia was grinning at him madly.

Tarantulas toppled off the bed and onto the floor. With much effect he managed to wrench the dagger out of him and clutch the mech fluid dripping wound with his pincer. He stared at BlackArachnia, barely able to see through the gut wrenching pain. "Why...have you...done this?"

She merely laughed. "You really should have been more careful when you choose my beast form Tarantulas" she pulled her crossbow, aiming it at his chest. "Don't you know what black widow spiders do to their mates?"

The unfortunate male didn't even get a chance to scream.
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"Blast that spider!" Megatron growled, his fist leaving a dent in the wall. "Tarantulas has been missing for four days now, where is he?"

Nobody answered. Most of Predacons figured this meant either Tarantulas had finally left for good or that he was dead. And few of them actually cared which.

But BlackArachnia knew, and she knew they would never find his body either...because there was no body to find.

Megatron sighed "it is getting late. We will continue our search for the traitor in the morning."

The Predacons began to head to their quarters, but someone grabbed Terrorsaur by the shoulder as he was walking away.

"Hmm..." He turned around to see BlackArachnia smiling at him seductively. "What do you want?"

"Well, with Tarantulas off to parts unknown, I was hopping someone would help keep me company tonight." She ran her claw down his chest.

"Me?" Terrorsaur looked at her in awe.

"Of course you" the female pressed up against him "meet me in my quarters at eleven. Perhaps for a late dinner."

Terrorsaur smirked to himself as BlackArachnia walked away, swaying her hips ever so slightly. *This must be my lucky night.*

Was he ever wrong.....

The End
(or is it?)