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This time, a little less conversation, but a little more action - please!

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She worked again at the bar, that night.

Again, he was there. Again, she refused to serve him herself, leaving it to the kid.

Also again, Miles asked her to accompany her home. When she declined, as usual, he asked her for a date, also as usual. He had been doing this for weeks. She finally dismissed him, as she always did.

This time, Becket overdid.

"Stop it or leave", Alayna told the man after another try to manhandle the girl. "You´re not Sam", Becket answered. "I won´t let a little Chinese bitch throw me out of here!" "I warned you last time! Hands off from the girl!" He got up from his chair, towering over her. Grabbing her slender wrist, he laughed. "Or what ?"

„Leave."

She had only whispered the word. Still, though he wasn´t able to see the man´s face, Victor could imagine the stunned expression on it. The guy´s scent had changed again from one second to another. A shiver rolled over his body.

Alayna watched Becket´s expression freeze. Then slowly change. He still kept hold of her wrist. It made it only easier. Just a little more…

"What the hell you´re doing, you…" He reached out to grab her by the hair.

Victor smashed the man´s face so hard against the tabletop that the wood creaked protestingly. Glass broke. He forced the drunken brute´s head back, just to repeat the procedure. This time, Becket screamed, struggling against the strong grip pinning him there. "Don´t – touch – the girl!"

Alayna stood next to them – stunned. She hadn´t even seen the movement with which the feral had crossed the distance between his table and Becket´s. Becket´s cronies looked equally stunned. None of them moved. Nobody tried to interfere. She realized that nobody dared.

She watched Victor loosen his grip. He glanced around, throwing despising looks at the cowards around. For a weird moment, he seemed to be only one just woken from a deep sleep - people around looked just paralyzed.

Finally, one of the other men around the table seemed to be brave enough to get up from his chair, at least. A short fang-revealing snarl was enough to make him forget about every bad idea he just had had in mind.

For a second, Creed entertained the idea of grabbing her by the hair himself. Kissing her right I front of them. Gettings things straight. None of them would ever touch the girl.

"Leave", she finally said. "All of you."

To her surprise, the feral relaxed. Stepped back. He left without another look at her or the men. Shoulders straight. At a measured step. Proud.

She might not want to witness – fine. But he wasn´t done with the guy. He smirked, mentally noting to continue with that little lesson another time. Idiot. A blind man would be able to see that she was a Vietnamese.

But something else had to be taken care of first.

* * *

Alayna sent somebody to wake up the doctor. Persuaded two of Becket´s buddies to get him there. Cleaned up the mess. Sent the again crying Mellie home with a friend.

For the first time ever, she shouted at Miles to leave her the hell alone.

At around two in the morning, she called it a day.

She had stayed behind to sweep the floor and take care of the used glasses. She closed the door, glancing over the silent white main street, nestling the keys out of the pocket of her jacket. Snow crunched under her shoes. She locked the door after her, heading home.

Halfway down the main street, somebody put a hand on her shoulder heavily. She flinched and stopped.

He dragged her in the nearby shadows of a vacant house next to them, cautiously forcing her against the crumbling plaster of the houses wall. They stared at each other, two pairs of night vision able eyes locking. He put his palms against the wall right and left from here, bending his head to kiss her. "Don´t!" She turned her head, away from his face.

He placed a soft kiss right under her cheek, where her jaw went over into her neck. His left hand caressed the outline of a half pointed ear. She grabbed his wrist. "Please, Victor", she muttered. "Stop." "Really want me to leave ?", he whispered into her ear, intoxicated by the scent of her hair and skin. The deep and somehow raspy voice sent a shiver done her spine. "Yes", she said. Calmly. Firmly. He smirked, but didn´t comment. She wasn´t as submissive as she had been when they had met the last time. Well, fair enough. "Kiss me", he demanded. She stared at him in disbelief. "Get lost!" she whispered.

He grabbed her neck in a supernatural quick move and she flinched, fearing him to bite her. But he only placed another soft his kiss on her neck before he released her. "Then go", he whispered. He took a step backwards, releasing her.

She left, avoiding to look back.