"Good. Now do it again, Damon," Cat instructed, holding her steel blade a little tighter. His last move had almost made her lose her grip on it. He had improved a lot in the past three years. God, she missed Bones so much. Since he left, she'd been taking Jaz over to Stefan and Damon's at night so Stefan could keep Jazmyne caught up in her studies and Damon could improve his fighting skills. Although Stefan was the less violent one, he had been the better fighter out of the two, so she had started Damon off with Stefan while she helped Jazmyne with her schoolwork. Eventually, they became too evenly matched and she had to pair off with Damon herself, which she didn't mind as much as she probably should have. It had been to long since she'd been in a good fight, so she was a little rusty, but it came to her naturally. When Jaz and Stef had finished with that day's schoolwork, they would come out and work with Damon and Cat. Jaz was a natural born fighter, seeming to know what her opponent was going to do, when they were going to do it, and how to block it. It was amazing watching her and Stefan fight. She always won, even though he'd been fighting longer. Soon she'd have to bring Bill in to see if it was just Stefan that was letting her win or Jaz was just that good. Maybe Jasper would be willing to help, but she still couldn't get a hold of any of the Cullen's. She'd just have to hope that Bill was willing to help her.
All of the sudden, Cat felt a cool blade against the skin at her throat. "Okay, Damon. Stand down," she said. But instead of disappearing, the blade cut into her throat! Looking at Damon's face, she realized that letting the fight go on for so long was dangerous. Damon was beyond reasoning. Cat felt herself leaning away from the blade, trying to get away. Any attack that she made with her blade would be useless, as she couldn't get it into a lethal position without him noticing and blocking it, or worse, taking her knife. Kneeling now, her eyes looking wildly around, hoping that Jaz or Stefan were out watching them. Recognizing that there was no one to help her, she pressed her back to the ground, looking into Damon's eyes, hoping that he would realize that he'd won. With the blade cutting deeper and deeper into her throat, she dare not make a sound, dare not move a muscle, for fear that it would cause him to just cut her head off in one swift movement. If she kept still and he kept up the slow cutting, Stefan and/or Jaz would come out to see why it was so quiet and pull him off of her. With the blade just inches from cutting through the back of her neck, the pressure ceased a quickly as it had begun. Someone had pulled Damon off of her! One second there was no one standing over her, the next Mencheres was there, easing the blade out of her neck, trying not to make it worse. She heard voices. One, two, three, four…Yes all five men are back! Thank the heavens that they all returned safely she thought. With all the commotion outside, it was only inevitable that Stefan and Jaz would come out to see what all the ruckus was about. Catching site of Cat on the ground, Jaz flitted over to her side.
"Is she going to be alright?" Jaz asked Mencheres.
"If the wound is clean, which it looks to be, and she's fed recently, she should be fine. You two usually hunt together, correct?" he asked.
"Yes, always. The last time we hunted was about three days ago," she said as Mencheres opened his mouth to ask when the last time they hunted was.
"I wish it was a little more recent, but she should still have enough left to mend, providing she hasn't had any wounds?"
"None that I know of," Jaz said, thinking back.