The Pits.

Chapter Six: Fight To The Death.

"Wakey, wakey."

A latino voice cooed, feeling like sandpaper to her ears. The leopardess reluctantly woke up, eyes blinking as she tried to shake off her exhaustion. She had barely been able to sleep for two hours which wasn't surprising considering the uncomfortable position she was chained to the floor with no slack and of course the stress of being kidnapped as well as seeing her future for today. She hissed in disgust at the sight of Felipe De Castro and Victor Madden; her kidnappers.

"Now, now, pet, is that any way to treat us?"

Felipe purred, a malicious sparkle in his dark eyes. She lunged at him in response as much as she could but even if she could get close enough the muzzle wouldn't let her teeth sink into anything. As Felipe smirked she felt a cold chill run down her spine as an eerie feeling settled within her.

"You're going to need that fighting spirit tonight pet. You're up against a were-bear. Huge beast, he is. Should be very entertaining to see you two fight, but since we want you to survive until your match fight against the were-tiger, we're going to need a little insurance."

He informed her, bringing out a vial out from beneath his cape with blood inside.

"I however don't want to waste my own blood, and they do say the more ancient the blood the greater the effect. This blood belongs to the oldest vampire still exsisting at this point. It took me a lot to get it, so don't waste it pet."

Felipe then gave a nod to Victor who tore off the muzzle within a second. The feline snarled at the pair, ears pinned to her skull as she eyed the vial. She may not remember the consequences of drinking such liquid but she did know that anything these two wanted was not in her best interests. In the end Victor had to hold her head as he straddled her back and tug on her ears hard enough to make her flinch which made her jaw open - giving Felipe the chance to pour the blood into her mouth.

The second the blood hit her tongue the effects started. The craving for more hit her like a freight train; her senses heightened so much that it probably surpassed that of each supernatural species; and the need to move, to fight, overwhelmed her feminine frame. The blood drugged her up so much so that she barely noticed six vampire lackies unchaining her from the floor - keeping her bound - and taking her from infront of the throne and into the Pit. It was only when a clang was heard - the shutting of all exits of the Pit - with the roar of the crowd, and the sight of the were-bear that she noticed where she was. If she had been in her right mind and not doped up like some V addict she would have realised and felt how bad this situation was.

With Victor and Felipe...

"Godric will feel that his blood is within someone else. He has only ever given his blood to Northman, after all."

Victor spoke, his attention on Felipe despite his gaze on the Pit below where the fight was taking place.

"Of course, but we aren't in their territory any longer. This is Las Vegas. They have no authority here, and there is no bond between the were-leopard and Godric; she hasn't given him her blood. Besides, I was careful when arranging to have his blood taken. I made sure he had no idea it was taken in the first place, let alone it was I who had it done. You don't need to worry Victor. Everything is going to plan. This cat is going to make us so much money we can just buy the other kingdoms."

Felipe responded, a smug look on his face as he watched the leopard advance on the bear.

Back in the Pit...

With a fearsome roar the brown bear charged towards the leopard, his heavy bulk rippling under his thick fur. He was intimidating for sure but with the leopardess drugged up on V the sight was lost on her. With the agility only a feline could posess she ran at him, her tail flicking this way and that as her body instinctively kept her balance with each and every stride. At the very second she was one stride length from the bear's head she jumped into the air, her claws unsheathed from her paws as she landed with a thud onto the bear's back. Her claws dug deep into the bear's tough hide, hanging onto him like a cowboy on a rodeo horse, as she drew blood. She waited until the bear slowed panting before she spun round so her head was no longer facing his hindquarters but now facing his head. Her claws buried back into the flesh, a hiss leaving her mouth as she lunged to the side. Her cheek brushed against the side of his neck, her paws adjusting on the bear's back to swing effortlessly so her head was directly beneath the bear's throat and the underside of his jaw. She struck as quick as a snake, sinking her sharp fangs into the bear's vunerable throat like a wild lion on the savaanah cutting off a zebra's air supply.

The bear reared up, tossing his head this way and that in a brave feat but within minutes his hefty bulk fell to the ground with a thud. He landed on his right side, the leopard stood by his carcass thanks to her quick reflexes. Her tongue poked out between her lips before licking them, noticing the blood wasn't as good as she had been given only moments before.

Her subconcious was little more then a faint buzzing in the back of her mind but even there it knew what she had done would be with her for the rest of her life. She just wouldn't know it until the vampire blood worked its way out of her system. The crowd roared both in cheering and booing depending on who the punters had betted on, whilst the vampire lackies had come in to drag off the were-bear's carcass and put the feline in chains again before she could react.

She hissed and struck out with her legs despite the chains in protest like a wild animal posessed. She wanted more; she wanted the blood and she wanted to fight. In the end she had to be given a sedative to knock her out to stop her struggling. The darkness embraced her like a lost friend promising sanity when she eventually woke up the next night.

Author's Note: Sorry this is late but got distracted with spending money. =/ lol. Anyway, I hope its worth the wait. 3