A fight or shall we truce?

Chloe could barely contain her fear, there it was, another Hunter who had all intentions of hurting her, killing her. Merely feet away, and she'd left her pistols and machete in the bedroom she'd slept in. For a moment she pondered whether or not she had time to run and get them before a sharp, loud piercing sound interrupted the notion. The Hunter was scratching on the window, leaving deep indentations in the glass by its long claws, and Christian had moved her behind him in an almost primitive manner, one she'd grown used to over the last month when he'd first started the behavior. She knew he was much more bugged by the rival Hunter than she was. This was his territory that it had intruded upon, she was his pack mate in which it intended to harm, and above all, it was below him in rank, even while feral. For it to growl so aggressively at him and eye Chloe soo closely with such ravenous eyes, it pissed him off, and he wasn't planning on letting it intrude anymore than it already has, lest the hunter pay with it's life.

The sudden feral growl from Christian had shocked her, she'd never heard him growl so vicious, so wild before. Realizing he had to have been furious, she took off at a dead run down the hall and into the bedroom as soon as she heard the signature screech, and the glass had just shattered as she slammed the door behind her. She quickly located her pistols and machete, and grabbed them with a speed you wouldn't have thought she was capable of. Down the hall, she heard the walls being banged into, and the sound of tearing cloth as well as territorial screeches. Running down the hall with pistols ready and aimed, she saw a sight that would make any human fear for their life.

He was upon the other Hunter with a fierceness, snarling and growling as the jumped into each other. Flipping around and backing up to lunge again. They'd destroyed the living room of the apartment as soon as he discovered the intruder was male. It spiked another rage within him as he lunged, clawing at the other infected's face, as it shied away into the opposite corner. Christian had backed away some, regaining his crouched but offensive position. There were holes in the wall and glass littered the floor, though none of it mattered at the moment. He wanted Chloe safe, completely safe, and he would ensure that. As he leaped from his spot, the other Hunter braced itself, seemingly defeated, and cried out a whimper as Christian landed upon him and was preparing to end him with a final blow from his clawed hand. He heard her footsteps approach and turned his head for a second.. It was all the rival Hunter needed to kick him off and start the assault on his prey.

Chloe screamed as she saw the Hunter kick Christian off of him, and she ran back into the bedroom, once again slamming the door. Christian had been kicked hard andgone flying through the shattered glass door, off the balcony. She backed into the closet as she heard his footsteps coming closer to the door, and he'd knocked it down swiftly. His soft growls were used in such a way to draw her out, but she was smarter than to fall for it, and this only proved to anger him. He had gotten down on all fours from his slightly hunched position, and sniffed greedily at her bed, taking in her scent. Snarling when he smelled Christian's as well. It was too quiet, he couldn't even hear her breathing, her movement. Just utter silence, and relied on her scent. It'd carried him to the closet, and with a satisfied smirk, he stood slowly. He didn't know how to open the doors, but he knew she was definitely in there, her startled gasp as he crept closer to the door along with her scent had given away her position. He cooed at her, once again trying to draw her out. Nothing. It wasn't long before he lost his patience and clawed the door down. She'd managed to fire one shot into his shoulder before he knocked her pistols away, and dragged her out by her legs. She kicked furiously at him as he climbed on her, straddling her, her arms beating against him but seeming to have no effect as she reached for her machete, which he promptly snatched from her by the blade, paying no mind to the blood now streaming from his palm. He had placed one clawed hand around her jaw and the other holding her now restrained hands together, even with her machete by her side, she was completely helpless.

As he was preparing to deliver the fatal bite, the bite that would ensure him a decent meal, he noticed the mark on her neck. He immediately knew why the other Hunter, Christian, was so enraged, she was his mate. A new thought came to him, and he felt such a need to have it a reality. He was going to steal her, make her his mate, and with this action the high ranking Hunter would bow to him lest he harm her. Or kill him if he wasn't careful. He could barely contain his excitement, and began sporting a wide grin. Chloe flinch when she saw it, sharp teeth gleaming a red hue back at her fearful expression. He hadn't killed her, as his mission was more selfish than that, he was going to use her to better himself.

As a sound of movement in the kitchen alerted his sensitive ears to Christian's return to the apartment, he quickly threw Chloe over his shoulders, and broke the bedroom window to make his escape, and just as Christian bounded into the room, he had leapt out onto the roofs below. Christian's and Chloe's eyes meet briefly for a second before she disappeared with a scream. His screech left him feeling light headed. He couldn't chase them, Christian was in no condition to after his fall from the balcony. He was soon to pass out if he tried but he would heal soon, and howled one final screech of anger, hurt, and sadness all at once before he dropped to his knees.

When Chloe had finally stopped screaming, the Hunter had thrown her down onto a couch, she had no idea where she was, where he had taken her. She'd heard Christian's screech, and it'd made tears scream to fall down her cheeks, she hated being away from him. She couldn't show weakness in front of this new Hunter. He would sense it. Instead she stuck to watching him, he was pacing, impatiently. Going from one side of the room to the other, glancing at her occasionally. And soon he was all in her face, studying her features. She was scared, and he knew he could intimidate her easily. He sniffed at the mark on her neck, snarling at it, and soon smirking when she nearly jumped out of her skin. He would enjoy this, her fear made it too easy. She was covered in Christian's scent, and that too, sent him snarling viciously. He was amused when she flinched from this, every single time. He proceeded to nuzzle and snuggle her until she smelt like him, his new behavior surprising her, but she didn't fight for fear of him being angered.

He, the rival Hunter she stuck to calling Mason, had been snuggling and nuzzling her for nearly two hours, and finally stopped when he felt she had his scent well embedded upon her. Mason had crept back to take a look at her, she smelled like himself now, but would she give in to him? Submit as she had to Christian, following his lead and looking out for him? I will force her. That thought was only proving him to be slipping off into some sort off darkness, as Christian was kind, Mason thoroughly enjoyed her whimpers of fear, and felt no need to comfort her, and he was almost sadistic it seemed. He stood at only five foot eleven, but his vicious nature made up for his lack of size. Where as Christian had been surprisingly gentle when handling and holding her, Mason often left scratches and bruises where ever his hands touched, and Chloe soon learned to fear more than just his snarl. Mason leaned over her, pushing her down as his weight crept on her, his face going immediately to the mark. He hated it. Snarling at it once again, and soon smirking at her reaction afterwards, which then turned into a guttural laugh.

He can laugh? Chloe had gotten angered at his arrogance, and her cheeks flushed, yet she could do nothing. He was much more powerful, bigger, although smaller than Christian. Christian? Her mind wandered to him, and she worried whether he was all right. She knew he was trying to protect her when he was kicked off the balcony, and she felt guilty. She'd put him in danger when she ran back in, that split second of looking at her, and he was kicked off. Mason sensed her thoughts elsewhere, and sent her back to reality with a vicious growl. He didn't plan on giving her the nice treatment, she knew it. She sent him a glare that shocked him, she was angry, and he could guess why easily. He injured her mate! Chloe lunged at him, and he rolled her over and landed atop her once again, snarling at her and her brash action. Yes, he was bigger and stronger, but her anger fueled her as she shoved him off and ran towards the door. Locked. Of course, he probably didn't even use the doors.

"Dammit!"

Chloe barely got the word out as he tackled her to the ground, pinning her. Her squeal only outdone by his growl. Chloe kicked at him, no longer fueled by her anger, she was terrified. She was trying everything she could, kicking, punching, scratching, and finally she'd head butted him. The look in his eyes sent chills down her spine and a whimper crawling out her throat. He was pissed, completely and utterly pissed. His sudden roar, literal roar, had said it all, and she shook with the fear welling within her. She angered him, and now, he lost what little consideration he had for her as he teared at her clothes like a rabid animal. It was decided, he wouldn't wait any longer. He was going to have her, she could fight all she wanted, he thought, his determination had taken a dangerous turn..
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Christian awoke with a headache. He remembered what had happened, and set out to find her immediately. Chloe. His Chloe. It was now dusk outside, and this proved an advantage to him. No longer light headed or weak, he bound from the window, following the Hunter's scent, along with Chloe's. His emotion seemed to carry him faster, leaping over the rooftops effortlessly. As much as he enjoyed this, he was on a mission, and his focus was unnerving. His movement and speed could be compared to vampire had they existed, remembering the movies he'd watched as a human. He'd stopped dead in his tracks, that roar, oh yes, he heard it, and the Hunter who made it wasn't happy. Then the scream, piercing through the night air carried straight to him, his legs kicking into motion before his mind. It was her scream. Christian's legs moved faster than he thought possible as he cleared rooftop after rooftop. The adrenaline pumping through his already powerful body had kicked him into overdrive. Just the thought of anything hurting her.. He let out his own roar, and made his way to them.
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Chloe screamed when his claws had scratched her side as he tore at her shirt, his eyes betraying his intentions, and that fueled her fight, but she wasn't as strong, her flailing only serving to anger him more. Just as he had her hands pinned above her head, she heard another roar, not Mason's, this one was further off into the distance. Her eyes widened as she feared there would be not one, but two Hunters feasting upon her body. She let out a bloodcurdling scream and her legs kicked mercilessly at Mason, whose eyes were shot with fear. It shocked her, for Mason to have that much fear in his eyes, it couldn't be..

"Christian!"

She screamed for him, knowing he would hear her, and Mason had covered her mouth with a snarl, eyes betraying his ever growing fear. That's when she noticed his weight had vanished and he was screeching as Christian tackled him off of her. The look in his eyes feral, wild, angry. Chloe backed into a corner and watched as Christian tore chunks from Mason in a fury she'd be scared to face if she were his enemy. Mason proved no trouble as Christian ripped him into shreds, long after the life had left him, yet something kept him clawing. He was pissed. His territory, invaded. His mate, stolen. His rank, challenged. When he finally stopped, he noticed Chloe curled in the corner, and cooed to her. She was scared, having never seen him like this before. As he inched towards her in his crouched position, she flinched, and he couldn't help the frown threatening to dominate his face. I'd curl her up in my arms and she would be okay, right? He thought it'd work, and set to put his plan in motion.

As he got closer to her, she felt herself close her eyes from the fear she felt. Then his hands. Oh she'd missed them, they were warm, and nonthreatening. His touch normal, gentle. He'd pulled her into the hug and she hugged him back. Her face against his chest as he purred to her. She smells like him! The sudden snarl had frightened her as she realized why he'd done it, his nose curled in disgust.

"Sorry.."

She muttered it to him, not knowing what else to say as he threw her on his back and carried her home. The wind felt nice in her hair as he leaped and bounded through the city, her astride his back. She'd gotten used to traveling this way and quite enjoyed it. When they reached the apartment, she missed the feeling immediately. Christian, nose still curled, had motioned to the bathroom. Shower! She understood, and quickly obliged, she didn't want Mason's scent on her, and clearly neither did Christian. As she turned the water on and peeled the filthy clothes from her, she noticed the door slightly ajar, Christian's head peaking in. Perve! He seemed to sense the meaning from her glare, and quickly shut the door. The water was warm. It was nice, a luxury in the state the world is in now. She closed her eyes as she let the water run over her. Soon grabbing a rag, lathering it, it was time to bathe. Her water was surprisingly clean, and when she was done, she no longer smelled of Mason.

As she wrapped the towel around her and walked to her bedroom, she noticed Christian sitting on the bed. She'd pulled out her clothes and watched him, waiting for him to turn around. He'd never seen her naked, and she wasn't about to show him now. Still watching her, he didn't understand, and with a sigh, she took her clothes and dressed in the bathroom. The loose tee and jeans felt good to wear, they were clean. His hands had found her waist upon her exit from the bathroom, and journey to the kitchen. He was purring again, and she turned around only to, again, be met with a kiss, though gentle, it was filled with emotion. She knew he wasn't leaving her side after this incident, and she felt safe, content here with him.