AN: Hey People, I just wanted to say that I was bored...and thinking about Goth...Which led to this so...Yeah. Have fun! :D
Chapter 2: Woah...Wait, What!?

The Male was not happy. Not happy at all. How dare this female laugh at him! Of course, she didn't know of him, the puny Northerner. Well, maybe not puny. Actually, to be honest, the woman would be considered petite by his kind, not puny. Shaking his head, gargantuan male banished the thoughts from his head. She obviously needed a lesson on who he was.

Jumping back into the conversation, the male growled his annoyance and simply stated, "I do not have a mate, I was taken from my home in the jungle before I could take one," He puffed up a little, which just seemed ridiculous, looking at his scruffy state. "No female would have the ability to say no to being my mate, the mate of the prince of darkness!"

"Oooh, dramatic." Rose quipped mockingly, " And, by the way, you're looking at a female who would most likely say no."

She launched herself out of the tree, intent on making a swift (and hopefully ego-crushing) exit. That didn't exactly work. Suddenly, Rose was knocked clear out of the sky by what felt like a freight train. The air left her body with a gasp as she and what ever hit her fell into the fresh snowfall. The snow stung the tear in her wing.

"You should know your place, little bat." The Male growled pushing her deeper into the snow. Rose struggled to break free of the iron grip, but had to stop as the rip in her wing started to lengthen. The giant bat watched his captive struggle a few moments before noticing the red tinge infusing with the snow.

"Hm? what is this?" The male released his grip on Rose's shoulders and switched it to her wing to inspect the wound.

Rose grit her teeth as her wing was taken into sharp claws. Her whole body felt numb from the pain, her body refusing to let her move freely. That was before the gigantic bat moved her wing to get a better view of the damage. "That hurts, you-you-!" She weakly tried to take a swipe at his head , but he easily caught her wrist. He instead, took he stutter for a question.

"My name is Goth...you should know before you die after all" he said to her smoothly, smirking a bit as he took a sample of her blood on his claw and licked it off.

"The cannibal." Growled the female.

The Male smirked, "Who did you think I was? An overgrown silverwing?" He cackled, then licked his fangs in a hungry manner. "Let us play a game. If you can fly away and somehow escape me, you won't die." He knew full well she couldn't get away with her injury.

The young female looked up into Goth's face, "Guess I better get going then." She spat out. And with that, Rose pushed off into the air and let the wind carry her away from the bloody cannibal. But she knew full well that he would have the upper hand. The wind that carried her away could and would carry him to her. It was only a matter of time.