A shadowy figure stalked the Sahara Square night, hunting for prey. He had the pick of the herd still, the authorities had grown complacent and no one had even taken notice of his last few victims. He felt able to get away with swiping one of Zootopia's rich and famous, but which one? He had already tasted wolves, deer, rabbits, even a tiger, what species could be next on the menu? His gaze settled on a couple of teenage girls leaving the amusements of the dockside. One of the two looked like a rabbit at first glance, but she was oddly large for a mere bunny, almost as tall as the white vixen standing next to her. And since when were bunnies orange or had tails that long? Now that he took a closer look he thought that the vixen had some odd black stripes on the side of her face too.

Hybrids? Oh, this was a once-in-an-unlifetime opportunity. If he let them escape now there was no telling if he'd have another chance for such an exotic meal. He bided his time until the girls left the promenade and he could catch them in an isolated area.

"This night has been incredible." Hannah asserted as Robyn led her out of the Sapphire Quarter. "It's too bad it has to end so soon."

Robyn drew her girlfriend in closer. "Really, you should be thanking my sister for getting us reservations. I'm just lucky to have you two in my life." A thought sprang to her mind and she stopped to consider it.

Sensing something was off, Hannah turned back to face the other hybrid. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Robyn reassured her. "I was just thinking about how if this was a movie, we'd be hit by an earthquake or tsunami or something."

Hannah gave a slight chuckle in response. "Good thing we're not in Hollywood then. I'm just sorry we have to be back by 10:30."

A third voice joined in the conversation, "the night is still young." Both hybrids abruptly started to turn around, only for a pair of black-furred arms to slam them into the wall with surprising strength. Robyn tried to kick their attacker back, but her foot only connected with a surface as unyielding as a brick wall. He was slightly larger than themselves, possibly a badger, all they could make out was a black shape and a patch of white hanging above two glowing red eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Robyn shouted, struggling to get free from the badger's iron grip. "You can't get away with this!"

"Silence." The badger said, coldly, calmly, with an unmistakable air of authority. "You will not speak to me like that again." Robyn tried to voice her protest, but her words caught in her throat. Before she could move to resist again, the badger drew his pointed muzzle towards the fox-bunny cross's neck. "I wonder what you'll taste like. A bunny? Or a fox?" He whispered just before opening his mouth wide and sinking his teeth into her throat.

"NO! Robyn!" Hannah exclaimed as her girlfriend's blood spurted down the side of her neck and the vicious mustelid lapped it up hungrily. She couldn't bear to watch as Robyn's life blood darkened her already red fur, but something bade her to keep her gaze on the morbid scene, her eyes blinked closed and open again just as rapidly. Her tears did not blur the vision enough, even through the refraction of the salt water she could see her struggle, slow, and stop moving entirely. Hannah struggled to lift her arm from under the vampire's grasp, but his grip was like iron.

The badger licked the last drops of blood from his lips. The orange hybrid was still breathing, but barely, she didn't have much time left without a transfusion. Noticing the other hybrid's attempts to wriggle free he was struck by a fresh, most malicious idea. "Don't want to watch this, do you?" He took Hannah's stifled whimper as an affirmative response. "Well, then I'd say you've seen enough." He reached a pair of three-inch claws towards the vixen-hare's eyes.

His blunt digging claws tore the vixen hybrid's eyelids from the delicate orbs they covered. Gouges across her corneas filled her field of vision with that first swipe, before he pushed them in. Hannah shrieked in pain and terror as her eyeballs popped like swollen grapes, blood mixed with vitreous fluids streamed down her cheeks, staining her white fur crimson.

The vampire withdrew his claws, licking them clean of the gelatinous red fluid. It tasted much the same as the other hybrid's blood, a blend of rabbit and vulpine. He'd already sated himself on her companion, this other one was surplus. Perhaps he could hold her for later, or perhaps… he had a wicked idea as he glanced over at the still remains of his previous meal. What was it that moose had said? They needed more specimen data or something? He set the blinded hybrid aside and drew a claw against the pad of his other hand, evoking a few drops of his own precious blood. What would they make of a hybrid specimen? He wondered as he squeezed a couple drops between the orange bunny's fangs.

The Embrace was interrupted by a challenging roar echoing down the alleyway. He looked up to see the largest lioness he'd ever met in his life come barreling down at him, claws and fangs bared. She swiped at him with a paw as wide as his whole stocky body and just barely leapt out of the way in time. His enhanced reflexes only affording her a nick on his side. The leap brought him to the side of a nearby building and he clung there as he surveyed the scene. This lioness wasn't simply large, she was nearly the size of a rhino standing on all fours as she stared up at him, a savage gleam in her eyes. Something about that massive feline left him thinking that he couldn't win a fight with her, he'd just leave as soon as his cut healed. He concentrated on the gash along his side, and nothing happened. Blood continued to seep from a wound that refused to close despite his willing it shut. He was still trying to puzzle out why when the lioness leapt up to drag him down into her waiting jaws.

Hannah crept along uneasily along the ground. She'd been puzzled when the badger dropped her and frightened when she heard the roar and the approaching footsteps of something larger. But whatever hold he'd had on her mind had faded with her vision. Now she hoped she could just slip away and find a hospital in time, help her godparents recover their daughter's body.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the second creature roaring again, not five feet from where she was crawling. Hannah froze dead in her tracks as she heard something crash, snap, and crunch in that thing's grasp. Something wet, sticky and cold splattered the teenage hybrid and she was immersed in the scent of stale blood. Even so, the hare-vixen found herself wiping some of the cold liquid off her dress and licking it from her finger. It was indeed blood, cold, stale coppery-salt blood, but there was something else to it. A strange sensation like an instant overdose on caffeine.

She felt energized, like she could run a hundred miles or fight off a horde of enemies, if only she could see. If it weren't for the utter blackness that was her vision right now, except for that odd red shade. Hannah turned and a bright red shape, vaguely like a massive mammal, stood out in the blackness. It was holding something in its claws, pale orange and fading, pieces dropping off of itself. The hybrid turned away, hoping it wouldn't notice her, and saw a rippling pattern of colors slowly filling out an oddly familiar mammaloid shape. She reached out slowly and felt Robyn's downy fur, now cold as the grave. Hannah whimpered with the realization, but something about the indistinct colors she saw brought up a slight glimmer of hope, why?

"I have a reading, I'm going in." Olivia said as she guided the hulking steel golem she'd dubbed "Spitfire" off the rooftop into the alleyway that lay below. The were-lion looked up just as the golem's rigid fist slammed into her face. The werebeast staggered back, dropping the bloody chunks of her last victim in the process. Olivia's construct hit the pavement feet first milliseconds later. Rearing up she shouted through Spitfire's enchanted faceplate, "you're not hurting anyone else tonight you, holy shit! Hannah and Robyn?"

Hannah perked up from her stance leaning over the fallen body of her date, her eyes fast shut but still streaming blood. "Help! She needs blood soon! He took it all."

The Spitfire golem slammed into the were-lion again, forcing her even further back. Olivia spoke off to the side, not audible through the golem. "Tell Luna to be at Fifth and Dune in five minutes with a pint of her sister's blood type. I'm taking this monster down now!"

The hulking lioness swiped a vicious set of claws across Spitfire's breastplate, gouging the inch-thick steel. But the golem pressed on, driving a heavy shoulder into the were-lion until she abruptly leapt away. "Oh, no you don't!" Olivia shouted, bounding after the beastial feline. The untiring golem caught up as the were-lion reached the dockside, grabbing her tail and dragging her down just as she was about to scale another wall. Cornered, the were-lioness turned around and grabbed hold of the golem, sinking her claws deep into its plates. As they struggled Olivia forced the two of them onto a wooden pier stretching out into the bay. They wrestled down the narrow stretch until, above water deep enough to cover the both of them, Spitfire managed to shove the were-lion over the side. The feline clung to the golem's arms and struggled to regain her footing, but Spitfire wouldn't budge even as the boards of the pier creaked and one finally broke. Plunging the two of them into the inky waters below.

"Damnit!" The Scottish mouse exclaimed as the astral link with her golem was severed. "Why couldn't it be vampires who have a problem with running water instead of astral projections?"

Olivia rose from her meditation cushion with an air of annoyance. She swiftly looked around the base to see that her support team had left, understandable, given what she'd said about their granddaughter. Finding herself alone, Olivia sighed and decided she might as well start designing the Spitfire Mark IV.

Hannah continued clinging to her girlfriend's still body as the sparkle-toned giant chased off the bright figure and a new set of outlines in grey or silver approached. Two of them tried to pick up Robyn but she wrestled and fought them, exclaiming "she's still alive! Stop!"

"It's okay Hannah," one of the figures, her outline broken and clouded with static, spoke in a voice of reassurance underlaid with an unmistakable tremble of anxiety. "She's safe in our hands now."

"Lu… Luna?" Hannah gasped, slowly recognizing the voice of Robyn's older sister. "Luna, Robyn needs a lot of blood, fast."

"We know, we're hooking up the IV now. Hannah can you tell me what happened here? Can you open your eyes?"

It was only then that the teenage hybrid realized her eyes had been squeezed shut the whole time she'd been seeing outlines and colors.

The young EMT setting up Robyn's IV with rabbit blood they hoped was compatible with the hybrid's body had seen a lot of patients in his short tenure in emergency medicine. Most of them made it to the hospital, some of them didn't, and a few times they arrived too late to save anyone. Looking at the bloodless bunny-fox hybrid on the stretcher, he mentally placed her in the second category, possibly the third save for the faint pulse he'd felt when transferring her to the ambulance. Still, they had to try to save every mammal, and she was Dr. Wilde's half-sister after all. He sighed as he lifted the hybrid's arm and carefully inserted the needle.

No sooner had the needle pierced her skin than Robyn's eyes shot open and she leapt off the stretcher to slam the surprised EMT into the wall. She lunged for his neck teeth bared, only to stop short of biting down at the sound of a shocked "Robbie!" Robyn turned her gaze to see her older sister, wearing her lab coat and reaching for something in her pocket, a grave look on her face. Next to her was a mammal Robyn barely recognized as Hannah, her dress stained with what seemed like more blood than the dye used to color it. And then she noticed the gaping blood-rimmed holes above the other hybrid's muzzle.

Robyn stared, slack-jawed for a full minute before finally asking, "Hannah, what happened to your eyes?"