Quinn was completely and utterly shocked when he woke up restrained and leaning against a strong oak tree. The wooden tower had to be at least a hundred years old to be this big. He was angry. He couldn't believe any one could do this to him. No vampire, werewolf, witch, shape shifter, and especially not a human.

Yet there was no doubt that his capturer was human. And female! That shouldn't aggravate him, but it did. Women rights were not realistic when he was human. He still couldn't get over the fact a vermin could do this to him. O well, I'll kill her if she gives me the chance and taunt her to do the same.

So he did.

"So you're awake now" dark madness glinted in her green eyes. Forest green inviting mystery and danger. A formidable competitor.. If she was human, he thought. Though she was doing pretty well anyway. Take a look at what she did already . He doesn't even know what happen. Time to ask the know it all questionnaire.

"Who are you?"

"Well, that's a mystery and a death wish waiting to happen. But I'll give you a clue: they call me The Cat."

The Cat, Quinn's eyes widen and for some reason he found this human more threatening and enticing. Enticing? No, not him. He had icy control and loved no one.

"Where are we?"

"Isn't it obvious? The woods! I thought a bloodsucker would be more aware of it's surroundings." she had a grim grin on her face as she said menacingly "You're not a very smart parasite, are you?"

His eyes widen at the insults so he decided to share some of his own.

"So, Cat, are you going to kill me or are you to scared you'll set me free and be one sorry little Vermin?"

She got very mad and if he could see her face he would know it was blushing and flushing in pure hatred. She got up and kicked him hard in the ribs. It hurt mainly because her boots were tipped with a dark colored oak that matched her heels.

"I haven't kill you bcause I don't want to yet. And if I am a weak vermin then how am I alive and how did I knock you out?"

He didn't have the answer to that one. She was a great fighter and thinker. He liked her. Liked? A vermin.? Of course not! They were nothing but walking dinner or snacks.

"who the hell are you any way?" she cut into his thoughts and drew her sword but only went into a fighting stand. Where dd that sword come from? He wasn't paying enough attention. He looked her over and didn't see any sheaths. She hid them well.

"I'm Quinn" matching her anger and insanity.

"Oh? Am I suppose to be scared of the red ferns adopted baby? The only one they call their heir." she was sarcasm queen and warrior assassin wrapped in one.

"You should be, but your not because your insane" he was getting really mad and her. He hated all vermin but she was worse: she could find and step on his nerves and patience.

"I'm going to kill you now!" she said as she freed him far enough for him to get himself undone.

"Honorable people are always the first to die" he said before he was freed.

She replied "Not always. I always win!" she was sure and it aggravated him.

Though of course she was right . He was honorable as well as she and that's why he'd used his vampire skills and not his amazing mind powers.

She was amazing an excellent fighter. She had what he knew as Zanshin. An amazing fighting style that took years to perfect. For him? A century. For her? Two years.

She was so close and they were locked in blocking technique so she pushed him away and her bare hand made contact with his and… lightening shock of the pleasurable variety.

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