Disclaimer: I do not own predators.

Mik'ail: I'd say that's a good thing...
Me: *Pout* Why?
Mik'ail: If you did own predators, I could have ended up with purple and pink mottled skin.
Me: I've told you this a million times. Purple and pink is so your colour.
Mik'ail:
Don't make me use my plasma gun.

Me: Don't make me use my lava sharks...
Mik'ail: What's with you and lava sharks? You know they don't exist...

Me: Humf...

Author Note: Wow! Loving the Love! Usually I post a chapter every Saturday but alas, I got halfway through the chapter on Friday and my computer shut down without me saving it. I had to start from halfway to write the ending and then try and remember the start. Anyways, the last chapter was a bit of a shortie... So I've made this extra long!

Chapter Six

The air shifted behind Trinity, he was attacking her back. She leaped forwards, twisting to face her attacker, raising her spiked mace in defence. Mik'ail froze in his pursuit, taking in the mean looking weapon he knew would leave small punctures on his face. An injury he was keen to forgo.

"What are you doing?" Trinity hissed, the mace remained high in the air. Mik'ail placed his hands in the air, a human gesture, one that showed her he meant no harm. At the non-verbal communication Trinity lowered her mace to her side, but her grip was still tight. Ready for anything.

"It's been twelve years and four months since our last conversation." Trinity's brow rose at Mik'ails statement.

"I wouldn't call our last 'conversation' a conversation." She pointed out. Mik'ail couldn't help but agree with her. Especially when the last time they had 'conversed' he had her pinned underneath him, growling and scratching in a battle dance. Trinity had accepted his challenge, a good idea at the time, but now her back was tightly pressed against his front. A battle dance was won by the draw of first blood, a male by biting down on the female's neck as his cock drives into her, a female by biting anywhere on a male's body letting him know he was unworthy of her.

Neither had drawn blood from the other yet. Mik'ail was taking his time, allowing his body to hold her in place. He was most intrigued by Trinity's skin as he caressed her ass with his hand, allowing his claws to skim along her soft skin. Vanilla heavily scented the air, a smell he would only associate with this beautiful creature below him in the future. The smell usually clung to her, but now it was infused with the air around him. Every breath he drew goaded him on. His hand moved lower, to her thigh, deeper until his claws skimmed across her inner leg, causing her to twitch.

Mik'ail was lost to sensation, Trinity took advantage, her teeth clamping down on Mik'ails other hand, tearing through skin seeking the blood underneath. Mik'ail roared as the pain shot through his arm. Trinity used the moment to put some distance between them. Green blood soaking her mouth, she grinned at Mik'ail in victory. Trinity may have been victorious this season, but next season Mik'ail would be back. But there was never another season for Mik'ail's promise of retribution to be fulfilled, the bad blood invasion unfolding, sending Yautja society into darkness.

The memory of it flashed through both their minds. Heat curled into Trinity's cheeks. Mik'ail noted not only her cheeks, but also the rising smell of vanilla. He took a step towards her, trilling in question. Trinity's hands shot up, stopping his step. "Alright tiger... Before you get all lovey and kissy on me, I need some food, I'm pretty sure you do too. Snowy mountains with a raging blizzard does get your stomach rumbling."

Mik'ail nodded at Trinity's suggestion, now that he had taken a moment to think about it he was starving. "Where is your camp around here?"

Trinity didn't bother pointing, "Fifty steps to your right. I'll make the fire and put a pot of water on, you catch the fish." She nodded towards the sea.

Mik'ail's eyebrow rose in question as she clipped her mace back to her belt, he knew she was up to something. So calm and centred on the outside, he knew she would be a raging typhoon on the inside, concocting escape scenarios and strategies to put him on the back foot. He would wait and see what she had up her sleeve, but leaving her alone would allow escape to be too easy. "Trinity."

Her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine, it was unfair that he could affect her in this way. She chose to ignore it and focus on her escape plan. "Hmmm?" She folded her arms, expecting some arrogant comment.

"Give me your whip."

She hissed, "Why would I give you my most prized possession?"

Mik'ail grinned, his mandibles pulling up into a smirk. "Because I'm happy to hunt the fish, but I need to know when I get back you'll still be here."

Trinity cocked an eyebrow, unclipping her whip and throwing it at him. "Where's the faith?"

Mik'ail caught it, but at that question, he held up his non-dominant hand showing her the scars she had left behind when she bit him during their last 'conversation'. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the scars. They were light brown colour with a yellow tinge, making it contrast with his green and brown mottled skin. Trinity loved scars, whether it was her Yautja nature or not, her philosophy was the more scars the better. Besides, a male Yautja was ever so sensitive around his scars. Watching her face Mik'ail knew what was running through her mind, he knew of her appreciation of scars. It was how he had gotten her to accept the battle dance all those years ago. One of his fantasies was to have her conveying her appreciation of his scars with her tongue. But that fantasy would have to wait for another time. "My faith in you would be greatly increased if you accepted my offer for a battle dance."

Trinity's other eyebrow joined the first one, "What? Right here, right now."

Mik'ail shrugged, "Yes."

Trinity's heart was beating rapidly, blood was filling her ears, heating her face. She knew if she went up against him now in a battle dance she would lose. That bite on his hand had been a lucky shot. His arrogance guided his mistake and she took advantage of it. Besides if they battled right now, she wasn't sure she wanted to win. The reason why she had accepted the battle all those years ago, besides his beautiful range of scars, was because she wanted to whip that arrogant smirk off his face. And she had.

The male Yautja in front of her now was still an arrogant jerk, but one who had learned his lesson. In fact the way he was eyeing her mouth, she knew he would demobilise that weapon in her arsenal first, most probably by gagging her with some vine. Taking Mik'ail in, looking her fill, sizing him up, she noted a new scar on his left shoulder. Her mind went mushy for half a second, almost agreeing. But she reined it in, snapping herself out of it.

Mik'ail scented vanilla rising in the air, he knew if he started purring she would agree. She was contemplating the option hard, the expressions running across her face told him that much. Before he could start purring, Trinity shook her head, her crazy black hair flying in every direction. She walked past him towards the direction of the camp, showing her back to him. He would have to punish her for such deliberate cheek later, after he won the battle dance of course.

"Sorry Big Boy, but I'm hungry..." She paused, "for food." She looked over her shoulder and winked, sashaying off to find her campsite.

Mik'ail barely registered what she had said, mesmerised by the sway of her hips, watching her skirt cloth sway with its momentum. Food came second in his mind now, right after fucking her into oblivion. But like her, he shook his head to clear his thoughts, clipped Trinity's whip to his belt and walked towards the sound of the ocean. Maybe he could take some of his sexual frustration out on a couple of fish. Poor fish...

OooooO

The fire was through it's second log, crackling away by the time Mik'ail stormed back into the camp, a string of fish dangling over one shoulder. He noted Trinity was sprawled out relaxing on her hammock next to the fire. She hadn't run off, at least he didn't have to hunt her down now. She opened one eye to look at him. The eye rolled and closed back up again. Mik'ail frowned, "Why the ecstatic welcome?"

Trinity sighed at the question, "I was hoping a shark would try to eat you, but alas, you're still alive. You can cook, I'm enjoying my snooze."

Mik'ail was going to cook the fish anyway, human's were tricky creatures. There was no knowing what they would use to defend themselves or escape their doom. Trinity being half human, he had to be on high alert, never letting their guard down. Putting the fish on the makeshift wirer tray over the fire, they started to sizzle and smoke. He snuffed at the fire, content with its ability to deliver this evenings meal.

With the focus off food for the time being, he looked over to Trinity. Catching the last seconds of her eye shutting. He trilled at her. So she was watching him. Two could play at that game. He took a seat opposite to the snoozing female, behind the fire, staring at her over the flames. Finally after twelve years and a couple of months, there was a female Yautja in front of him. The hopelessness that stormed through him, like every other Yautja male, was being soothed, just by sitting in her presence. There was hope again.

He eyed her luscious raven black hair, knowing that it would be soft, not course when you touched it. Her eyes were closed, showcasing her eyelashes. Yautja didn't have eyelashes, it was a human quality. But none the less it mixed well with her other features, adding to her reptilian features by giving the cold ridged skull structure a soft touch. Her grey and brown skin glowed with the light of the fire. He wanted to trace it with his claws, watch her skin go from soft to rough as goosebumps formed.

Trinity suddenly sighed, her face scrunching up into a frown, "How can a girl be expected to sleep if you keep staring at her?"

Mik'ail trilled at her, "I'm surprised you haven't tried to escape yet. In fact I'm a bit disappointed, I quite enjoyed hunting you down the first time. You leave such a luscious scent behind."

Trinity's eyes flared open at his daring words, swinging out of the hammock into a sitting position, "You are so annoying. And for your information I put all my escape eggs into the shark basket." She rubbed her hands through her hair and stood up. "I need a drink."

After rummaging through her rump sack, Trinity found her flask and stood up, only to have it aggressively yanked out of her hand, "What!" She hissed, "Give it back!"

Mik'ail huffed, silencing her nonsense, "What is this?"

Trinity grinned, "Water."

Mik'ail's mandible twitched at the mischievous look on her face. He opened the flask cork and took a whiff. Instantly he hissed and slammed the cork back in. "This is not water." He growled at her for lying.

She shrugged the growl off and put her hands up in surrender, "Alright, alright, I lied, it's moonshine. I made it myself. It's the closest human beverage to c'nlip." Trinity saw Mik'ail perk at the word c'nlip. He sniffed the flask again and took a swig. Pausing, his mandibles drew together, processing the taste. She guessed it past the taste test when he lifted the flask to his mouth and emptied it's contents.

"Whoa! Save some for me." But she was too late. With a huff Mik'ail gave the flask back to Trinity. Empty. "Thanks a lot."

Mik'ail shrugged and turned around to find his seat, "No worries, I was happy to drink it."

The flask hit Mik'ail dead centre in the back of the head, he turned, his mandibles flared, roaring. Trinity was laying in the hammock again, swinging with the breeze, muttering to herself in English, "Stupid arrogant Yautja jerk, doesn't understand sarcasm."

With a hiss towards Trinity's immaturity, Mik'ail turned and rotated the fish, ensuring both sides were cooked evenly. The air filled with the scent of meat. His mouth started to water. He also noted that his eyes were blurring, his senses becoming dizzy. Mik'ail needed to sit down. He practically fell into his seat, but even that didn't help. His sight continued to spin, his stomach continued to flip on itself. He looked towards Trinity, she could have been affected as well. Maybe someone was attacking them.

Instead of her laying in her hammock, she was crouched in front of him, her mischievous grin spread across her face. He growled at her, "What did you give me?"

Trinity giggled, "Just a taste of your own medicine." She mocked him by pouting, "Didn't your mummy ever tell you to never steal a girl's moonshine?"

His growl continued, but that's all he could do, he was immobilised, a sitting duck. Her hand reach out towards him, he half expected her to harm him. Knock him out. He would have done that if their positions within this situation were reversed. Instead she patted him on the shoulder, she was grinning in victory now. But this was just the battle, the war was far from over. "Don't worry Mik'ail, it'll wear off in thirty minutes or so, just enough time for me to disappear." She was wrong, it would wear off sooner, his body was already removing the drug from his system, the sweat on his brow attested to that. Not knocking him out was a mistake she would learn from very soon.

"Thanks for dinner honey..." With a wink and a mock salute Trinity grabbed the fish, her weapons and her rump sack and ran into the forest. Thirty minutes was just enough time to get ahead of him. But instead of running into the forest she darted towards the beach, her scent would be lost by moving through the shallows of the ocean. It was a good strategy, one that would be effective in stopping Mik'ail from tracking her south into Peru. She munched on the cooked fish as she continued to jog down the coast.

Her victory over Mik'ail was rudely sliced in half as a roar erupted from the forest behind her, piercing the air. She stopped and turned to watch the birds fly upwards away from the trees in alarm. Her internal clock was telling her this was too early. The plan needed thirty minutes to successfully escape, not five. Panic was settling in, but being an optimist she took in a deep breath, dropped the fish, and ran for all she was worth. Knowing the water would only slow her down now she ran onto the sands, continuing her sprint.

Trinity suddenly stopped in her tracks. It was silent. Too silent. Not even the insects dared to speak in fear of death. And she knew that death lurked within the surrounding jungle. He had caught up to her. A branch snapped to her right, within seconds she sent her shuriken hurling towards the sound. Not bothering to wait for the shuriken to return she continued to run south.

Pain sizzled through her scalp as she was yanked backwards by a clawed hand grabbing a hold of her hair. Her head hit the sand, slightly dazed and disorientated she crabbed walked backwards, away from the towering figure in front of her. Mik'ail took a step towards her, ensuring the space between them was minimal. Instead of growling, a deep purr vibrated through him towards her. "Submit to me."

Trinity glared up at him and hissed in pride, "Never!" She grabbed her ceremonial dagger from her thigh sheath and sliced it towards his stomach. Mik'ail dodged back, capturing her wrist, twisting it until the pain forced her to drop the knife. With the knife falling into the sand, he pulled her towards him until her front was hard up against his body. He looked her dead in the eye, the purring and the vibrations from his chest working to calm her frenzy. "Submit to me."

Trinity hissed again and punch him in the face with her other hand. "Asshole."

Mik'ail's purring stopped on the impact of the punch. Within the silent seconds, Trinity found herself on her back in the sand, the wind from her lungs lost with both hands held high above her. Mik'ail's purred started again and with her body stuck between a rock, the sand, and a hard place, Mik'ail's unmerciful chest, Trinity felt the purr right down to her toes. She groaned in frustration, "Stop! Get off me!" Her frenzy thoughts were starting to slow down, the panic inside of her subsiding. The purr working it's magic. She hated it's disarming affect.

Mik'ail looked down at the female Yautja beneath him, her hair surrounding her head like a wild twisted crown. Every growl, every struggle, every hiss turned him on more, causing the purring to intensify. He started to rock into her, with his free hand he moulded it to her waist, feeling over her skirt to bring it to her bottom, moving further to grab her thigh and pull her lower half up and into him. He watched Trinity to see her reaction. Instead of a hiss or a growl, Trinity moaned low, her back arching. It wasn't enough, pride was a human trait, one that ran deeply within Trinity. To win against Trinity's pride he would have to get her to surrender. "Submit to me." Trinity couldn't help but moan in reply as he lent down to nip the place where her shoulder met her neck.

"Ok." She tried to growl, but it came out as a groan. Everything was too much. A lush heat swelled within her abdomen, a heat she knew he could intensify or cool. Her arms were still held high above her head by his hand, the arch of her back brought her breasts hard against his chest, the vibration of his purr creating a friction she didn't want to stop.

Mik'ail's tongue dabbed to taste her neck, licking a line to her ear. He saw goose bumps rise as she shivered and his purr increased. An impossibility Trinity had thought as the low rumble surrounded her thoughts and smothered her senses, there was no escaping this dominating male on top of her. His mandibles caressed her cheek and played with her hair as he whispered low in her ear, "Ok what?"

Before Trinity could surrender everything to Mik'ail a gun fired to the right of them. It wasn't the sound that shocked them into silence, it was a small dart that lodged itself into Mik'ail's neck. He was out cold before he could even roar. With a Yautja male's dead weight on top of her, Trinity could barely move. Turning her head she peered towards the sound that had precipitated the dart. There another Yautja stood, decked out in battled armour and helmet, gun aimed at Mik'ail.

The Yautja with the gun started to walk towards her. As he progressed towards her, more Yautja walked out of the jungle, but they remained behind the attacking Yautja. She started to move, working to get Mik'ail off her so she could fight, out of the corner of her eye she saw him load the gun again. This dart was for her. She had to do something. She growled a warning as she reached for the ceremonial dagger lying in the sand.

He was standing over her now, gun by his side, although it wasn't pointed at her yet, it was still a threat. Instead of shooting her, his other hand rose and removed his helmet. The face she was left to stare up at made her frown. Why did the Yautja look like the matriarch's battle mate?

The Yautja above her trilled, "It's good to see you alive and well Trinity. I apologise in advance."

Trinity's frown deepened, "For what?" Barely left her lips before the second dart was shot into her left forearm. Instantly her vision swam, her body became lead, the knife now too heavy for her to hold dropping to the sand once again.

Mes'tanu stared down at the halfling Yautja his battle mate had continuously bragged about in private. From what he had heard and seen of Trinity, she was ferocious in battle, uncompromising and submission wasn't an option. That's why he had used the dart. He hadn't the time to deal with the battle that would ensure if she was taken conscious.

"What should I do with the arbitrator?" Lauk'tun growled, now at the Patriarch's side. He crouched down and pulled the darts from their bodies. Not to graciously from Mik'ail's neck.

Mes'tanu looked at Mik'ail. He knew there was past history between the two unconscious yautja's at his feet. One that had caused instinctual want and need to flare here on this beach. "Leave him here. He will have his own ship."

"The female?" Lauk'tun asked. They suddenly looked down at Trinity in shock as a snore broke through her mouth.

Mes'tanu smiled, "Take her on board and put her in the holding cell. Bring her weapons to my quarters. Did you find anything at any of her camp sites?"

"We've unearthed what's left of the Matriarch's body, we've brought it onto the ship for a proper burial. Nothing else of importance has been found and logged." Lauk'tun stated as he pushed Mik'ail off the female Yautja. Not too gently. Grabbing a hold of Trinity he pulled her up into his arms. She continued to snore as she lay limp in his arms, unaware of the happenings around her.

Lauk'tun smiled down at her, but it was Mes'tanu who spoke, "Be careful, she is half human. Although she is honourable and acts within our laws, there are still tricks she will undertake to escape your guard." Lauk'tun bowed his head at the Patriarch's wisdom, turned and walked into the jungle with Trinity in his arms. The other Yautja following him back to the ship.

Mes'tanu stayed only a bit longer, feeling the breeze of the ocean caress his face. He breathed in, feeling the salt of the wind on his tongue. He sighed, once again looking down at Mik'ail. "I hope you forgive me." He slipped a message pad into Mik'ail's hand, placed his helmet on and walked back into the jungle.

Now that they had found a female Yautja, hope was restored. But it was a fresh hope, new and vulnerable. One that could be crushed and replaced by hopelessness so easily. Mes'tanu would need all the help he could get, so the message pad requested his Brother to return to his side and join the Al'kun not to protect the Patriarch, but their newest and most prized treasure, Trinity.

After all, the bad bloods were coming...