Disclaimer: The Night World is the property of L.J. Smith as are any of the
characters you recognise like Thierry, Hannah, Lupe etc.
Spoilers: All of the Night World books and my story Bound by Flame.
Warnings: Swearing and a little violence.
Author's notes: This is a sequel to my story Bound By Flame but you don't have to have read Bound By Flame to read this one.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last part,
Redaura: I know the only Gwern knows bit is annoying me too but everytime I try to figure out where he is I'm never quite able to figure it out, I think he may be in Canada or have been in Canada. Thanks so much for reviewing and for the get well soon.
Orange: I'm glad you like Aniela, the more I write of her the more I like her. Diablo's definitely cruising for a bruising but somehow I think what's going to happen to him will be much worse in his eyes.
Mandy: I actually have more of an idea of where this is going than I do with most fics I write though there are somethings I'm just finding out as I write like Cynthia's past, I've no idea what's lurking there but hopefully things will start to come together more from this part on. Thanks so much for reviewing, I hope you like this chapter.
Part 7.
Des peered out the car window trying to look inconspicuous. They were parked on the side of the street, 2 doors down and on the opposite side to the house they were looking at. It was a small, pretty, detached 2-storey house with a large front garden filled with flowers that were just coming into bloom.
Icarus sat beside her rifling through the file Thierry had given them; it was fairly sketchy but it did have a few photos that helped them identify the house. Cynthia sat in the back seat and she too was looking at the house. Des watched as her eyes flicked from place to place taking everything in and identifying the danger areas. She had the window rolled down so she could make the most of all her shapeshifter senses.
"I can't believe we're sitting outside her house waiting for her to come home from school, anything could be happening to her while we're just sitting here," Des said suddenly.
"Come on Des," 'Rus said gently, "you worry too much, Thierry said they weren't even sure if anyone was watching her much less out to kill her. It's very unlikely anything's happening to her."
"Unlikely but not impossible," Des replied.
"Des if I thought she was in danger I'd be the first one running off to find her," Icarus said sternly letting it be known just by the tone of his voice that he didn't like her questioning him especially since he was supposed to be in charge.
"Sorry 'Rus, I wasn't questioning you or anything, I was just wondering," Des replied.
"No problem Des. Hey, did I show you this picture of her yet? She's hot."
Des grinned at how easily Icarus slipped from the mantle of responsible, stern leader back into that of fun-loving carefree teenage guy. She also worried a little about what he'd said.
"Icarus," she said softly, "you're not going to do anything silly are you?"
"Silly how?" he asked.
"Silly like falling for this girl," Des replied, "you know what happened last time."
"What happened last time?" Cynthia asked turning her attention from the sidewalk to her two companions.
"Icarus fell for this girl we were protecting and got hurt in more ways than one," Des told her.
"Hey I could so have taken that guy, you know if she wasn't yelling at me not to hurt him. Anyway I haven't even meet this girl yet, who's to say I'll even like her and if I do it's no big deal."
"It is too a big deal," Des replied, "you'll just get hurt and Thierry's friend's her boyfriend so it's not like you have a chance."
"Well that's really helping my self image," Icarus answered, "thanks a lot Des. Anyway Thierry said they were friends he never said they were more than that."
"Come on," Des said with a small smile, "you know how Thierry is when he says they're friends he means they're something more."
"Yeah," Cynthia agreed, "he's what 30,000 years old, he's about as old fashioned as you can get, he's hardly going to say they're bonk buddies or something."
Icarus looked at her strangely.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"I can't believe you said that," he replied, "bonk buddies, I mean I though English people were reserved and well kind of stuffy and you go and say something like that, I mean do you conform to any cultural stereotypes or is my picture of English people forever dashed?"
Cynthia laughed. "Well I do drink tea," she suggested.
"You do, well that's okay then," Icarus replied actually looking relieved.
Des laughed at him and turned to Cynthia. "Just ignore him," she advised, "that's what everyone else does."
"That hurt Des, really," Icarus responded.
Cynthia watched as the two continued their insult match and smiled. They reminded her of her team back home who were constantly at each other's throats but when it came down to the crunch they'd do anything for each other. She could tell Des and Icarus had that kind of bond, that they'd never let anything happen to the other person if they could help it. Though that wasn't necessarily a good thing, not always. She paused stopping the thought before it got where she knew it was going and turned to watch the house again getting angry with herself when the scene before her became blurry with unshed tears. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her hands hoping neither of the others had seen them.
She peered out at the tranquil neighbourhood and opened her senses properly. It was the smells that hit her first, spring flowers mixed with the smell of rich, newly turned earth from the newly created flowerbed in a nearby garden. She caught the faint scent of smaller animals, pets, cats and dogs, the odour of fresh paint from a newly white porch; she separated out all the different smells each telling their own story. Even without the photo she could have picked out the witches' house with its smell of growing herbs and the smell of magic more a taste than a smell. White, pure magic that was a light, sweet taste not like the dark, circle midnight magic with its metallic taste that cloyed at the back of her throat.
"Maybe we should go inside and wait for her there," Icarus said. "I mean if there are Night World agents here it would be best for them not to know we're here yet."
"So what we just go to her mother and say hey we think someone's after your daughter can we wait in here with you so they don't see us?" Cynthia asked cynically.
"I was thinking we'd say your daughter's bonk buddy sent us to protect daughter," Icarus replied with a challenge in his eyes daring her to make a come back at him.
Des broke in before she could do so, "Look she's a witch she's with us unless she's one of the darker than dark witches and somehow I doubt that so we tell her the truth, that Thierry sent us, I don't think she'll question it."
"Okay. Lets do it," Icarus said pulling the door handle and slipping out of the car in one smooth, fluid motion that betrayed his Night World origins. Though the foxglove ring he wore would have pointed it out to anyone who looked close enough.
Cynthia followed moving with an elegance and grace that masked the power and strength in her movements. Des followed slowly stumbling a little and feeling like a complete clod; she knew she could never compare to a Night Person, sometimes she wondered if that was why Gwern had really left her, that he needed someone who was Night World and she could never fight the bill. Sometimes she imagined that he was off somewhere with some perfect lamia girl and had completely forgotten her; she didn't believe it of course but the thought alone scared her, scared her more than the thought she might never see him again.
She shook her head lightly trying to banish the thoughts and images that were running roughshod through her mind. Sometimes she hated Gwern so much for making her feel like this and sometimes she just longed for him to come back, to feel his arms around her and hear him tell her everything was alright. When she felt like that she could feel the soulmate connection tugging at her, burning her but it was stretched so thin and taunt sometimes she felt it was going to disappear altogether.
Wenona walked slowly home from school; she could sense the change of season on the air and she dawdled to enjoy it. The taste of spring on the air made her smile, not that she hated winter, there were parts of it she liked a lot; she loved Samhain and Yule it was just the grey in between she disliked. Spring, however, spring was a season she loved, the reawakening of the earth always made her feel somehow more alive.
She reached up to secure the black dahlia clip she wore in her hair and pondered what she would wear that night. Alex had invited the new kids to come along with them. She didn't mind that having gotten to know Cassian and Charlotte a little in the part two days but Aniela had been dead against it and Alex had to practically beg her to get her to agree to come out. Wenona didn't understand Aniela's dislike of them they all seemed nice even Diablo though he could be a little annoying. But Ani really seemed to hate him and to view the others with distrust.
When she got home she dropped her bag in the hall and went in search of her mother.
"Mom," she called.
"I'm in the kitchen," came the reply.
The door to the kitchen was slightly open and through the crack Wenona could see a pair of legs that definitely didn't belong to her mother. They wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a heavy, pair of brown boots. For a moment she thought it might be him but she knew it wasn't, he had told her he wasn't going to come to see her for a few months and anyway he always called before he came to the house, he felt it would be impolite to do otherwise.
On entering the kitchen she discovered three strangers gathered around the table drinking lemonade and chatting easily with her mother. The legs belonged to a guy with short brown hair, he was handsome and she pegged him for Night World straight away though she was unsure of what species. The other two were girls not too much older than her, one had very long, thick auburn hair and a sweet but some how sad smile on her face, the other girl was tall and she had brown hair too but with dyed bronze highlights.
"Wenona," her mother said, "this is Icarus, Cynthia and Des, they're from Circle Daybreak."
"Hi," the guy said.
"Umm, hello," Wenona replied confused as to why these three daybreakers were at her house.
"Lord Thierry sent us," the guy, Icarus told her. "A friend of yours asked him to send you some protection and we're it."
"Protection?" Wenona said surprised, "But why would I need protection? I'm no-one special."
"We don't really know," one of the girls said, "we were just told you may be in trouble and that we were to protect you."
"From what exactly?" Wenona asked.
"We don't know that either, presumably the Night World," Icarus said.
"So let me get this straight," Wenona said, "you were sent here to protect me from you don't know what for you don't know what reason?"
"Pretty much," Icarus agreed, "we were hoping you could shed some light on it."
"I don't know," Wenona said softly, " I mean I don't think I need protection."
"He must think you thought," her mother said, "if he went to Thierry he must really feel you are in danger."
"That's true," Wenona said, "I suppose it's better safe than sorry, right."
"Right," the auburn haired girl said with a smile.
"So tell me what exactly this protection is going to involve," Wenona said.
Aniela sat on her own at the table in their town's only a therefore most popular club, the place was packed as usual on a Friday night and the music was thumping not entirely pleasantly. Wenona had turned up with three friends of hers that Aniela had never meet or heard of before. Right now Alex was dancing with one of them who he'd taken an instant shine to, her name Aniela thought her name was Cynthia. Wenona was dancing with Diablo much to Aniela's disgust; she couldn't understand how Wenona could stand to be so near to him, he made her skin crawl from meters away. The others, Des and Icarus and Cassian and Charlotte were dancing together.
Aniela wrapped her arms around herself feeling conspicuous in her oneness. She felt terribly exposed, and isolated like nobody wanted to be near her. She knew it was silly but sometimes she was silly. She quickly mentally kicked herself; she was here to have fun not to wallow in whatever emotion it was she had been wallowing in.
Diablo tried to give the witch his full attention but he found himself only half listening to her as she told him about her friends. His eye kept straying to the human girl who was sitting on her own looking about as comfortable as a werewolf sitting on a cactus. She had spent most of the day glaring at him and ignoring any attempt he made at conversation. It was interesting and not the effect he usual had on human girls, there had been the few shy ones he'd talked to who didn't say much or tried to speak and ended up getting totally tongue tied, it was fun to watch them become embarrassed.
She was different though it was blatant hostility that kept her from speaking to him. He had thought about influencing her but that would be a little too suspicious and plus he didn't really care how she felt about him but things would probably just go a little easier if she liked him or if she didn't hate him quite so much.
As the night wore itself slowly onward the thumping of the music became a pounding in Aniela's head. She could feel a vein at the back of her head jumping and the stale air and flashing lights of the club were not helping her in the least. She decided she needed to get out for a little while. She met Wenona on her way and told her where she was going.
The night air was cool and fresh against her skin and though she could still hear the music in the background the stillness of the night was soothing. She closed her eyes and tilted her head so when she opened them all she saw was the dark night sky, the town's lights made it difficult to see any stars but she still saw beauty in the night sky and her fingers itched to paint it.
As she stared upward everything around her seemed to fade till all she could see was the darkness and all she could hear was her heart beating against her chest. Then a step, a voice broke into her little cocoon of peace, a very unwanted voice.
"Are you okay?" he asked unable to mask the complete lack of concern in his voice.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he replied.
"Bullshit."
"There you go again with the potty mouth," he retorted.
"Are you always this patronising?" Aniela asked. "Or is it a special annoyance reserved for me?"
"Well nobody else has ever called me patronising so I'm going to have to say it's especially for you."
"Don't I feel privileged," Aniela replied.
"Of course you do," Diablo responded. So tell me are you always this much of a bitch? Or is it just me who gets the pleasure of experiencing your complete and utter bitchiness?"
Aniela just turned away from him and returned her attention to the sky. Diablo watched her gritting his teeth, she was the most annoying vermin he'd ever met, maybe it was because usually he didn't care what vermin did, it didn't matter to him but her, she wasn't just getting on his nerves she was getting under his skin and he hated it.
He looked at her again his eyes coming to rest on the curve of her neck. He felt his canines lengthen and smiled softly to himself. He was angry, she was defenceless and he was hungry, a combination like that could only have one outcome.
She was so adsorbed in what she was looking at she didn't even notice his approach, a flick of his mind kept her from screaming but he didn't subdue her fully; he wanted her to know how much more than annoying he could be. She tried to fight him off but she was no match for his superior strength and speed. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the nearby wall. He watched in delight as her eyes dilated with fear when she saw his canines. He tilted her head upward to get a better angle then bit.
For a moment everything seemed normal and then he felt it rushing at him with the speed and strength of a truck. "Oh no," he thought just as everything around him faded and he began to fall.
Spoilers: All of the Night World books and my story Bound by Flame.
Warnings: Swearing and a little violence.
Author's notes: This is a sequel to my story Bound By Flame but you don't have to have read Bound By Flame to read this one.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last part,
Redaura: I know the only Gwern knows bit is annoying me too but everytime I try to figure out where he is I'm never quite able to figure it out, I think he may be in Canada or have been in Canada. Thanks so much for reviewing and for the get well soon.
Orange: I'm glad you like Aniela, the more I write of her the more I like her. Diablo's definitely cruising for a bruising but somehow I think what's going to happen to him will be much worse in his eyes.
Mandy: I actually have more of an idea of where this is going than I do with most fics I write though there are somethings I'm just finding out as I write like Cynthia's past, I've no idea what's lurking there but hopefully things will start to come together more from this part on. Thanks so much for reviewing, I hope you like this chapter.
Part 7.
Des peered out the car window trying to look inconspicuous. They were parked on the side of the street, 2 doors down and on the opposite side to the house they were looking at. It was a small, pretty, detached 2-storey house with a large front garden filled with flowers that were just coming into bloom.
Icarus sat beside her rifling through the file Thierry had given them; it was fairly sketchy but it did have a few photos that helped them identify the house. Cynthia sat in the back seat and she too was looking at the house. Des watched as her eyes flicked from place to place taking everything in and identifying the danger areas. She had the window rolled down so she could make the most of all her shapeshifter senses.
"I can't believe we're sitting outside her house waiting for her to come home from school, anything could be happening to her while we're just sitting here," Des said suddenly.
"Come on Des," 'Rus said gently, "you worry too much, Thierry said they weren't even sure if anyone was watching her much less out to kill her. It's very unlikely anything's happening to her."
"Unlikely but not impossible," Des replied.
"Des if I thought she was in danger I'd be the first one running off to find her," Icarus said sternly letting it be known just by the tone of his voice that he didn't like her questioning him especially since he was supposed to be in charge.
"Sorry 'Rus, I wasn't questioning you or anything, I was just wondering," Des replied.
"No problem Des. Hey, did I show you this picture of her yet? She's hot."
Des grinned at how easily Icarus slipped from the mantle of responsible, stern leader back into that of fun-loving carefree teenage guy. She also worried a little about what he'd said.
"Icarus," she said softly, "you're not going to do anything silly are you?"
"Silly how?" he asked.
"Silly like falling for this girl," Des replied, "you know what happened last time."
"What happened last time?" Cynthia asked turning her attention from the sidewalk to her two companions.
"Icarus fell for this girl we were protecting and got hurt in more ways than one," Des told her.
"Hey I could so have taken that guy, you know if she wasn't yelling at me not to hurt him. Anyway I haven't even meet this girl yet, who's to say I'll even like her and if I do it's no big deal."
"It is too a big deal," Des replied, "you'll just get hurt and Thierry's friend's her boyfriend so it's not like you have a chance."
"Well that's really helping my self image," Icarus answered, "thanks a lot Des. Anyway Thierry said they were friends he never said they were more than that."
"Come on," Des said with a small smile, "you know how Thierry is when he says they're friends he means they're something more."
"Yeah," Cynthia agreed, "he's what 30,000 years old, he's about as old fashioned as you can get, he's hardly going to say they're bonk buddies or something."
Icarus looked at her strangely.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"I can't believe you said that," he replied, "bonk buddies, I mean I though English people were reserved and well kind of stuffy and you go and say something like that, I mean do you conform to any cultural stereotypes or is my picture of English people forever dashed?"
Cynthia laughed. "Well I do drink tea," she suggested.
"You do, well that's okay then," Icarus replied actually looking relieved.
Des laughed at him and turned to Cynthia. "Just ignore him," she advised, "that's what everyone else does."
"That hurt Des, really," Icarus responded.
Cynthia watched as the two continued their insult match and smiled. They reminded her of her team back home who were constantly at each other's throats but when it came down to the crunch they'd do anything for each other. She could tell Des and Icarus had that kind of bond, that they'd never let anything happen to the other person if they could help it. Though that wasn't necessarily a good thing, not always. She paused stopping the thought before it got where she knew it was going and turned to watch the house again getting angry with herself when the scene before her became blurry with unshed tears. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her hands hoping neither of the others had seen them.
She peered out at the tranquil neighbourhood and opened her senses properly. It was the smells that hit her first, spring flowers mixed with the smell of rich, newly turned earth from the newly created flowerbed in a nearby garden. She caught the faint scent of smaller animals, pets, cats and dogs, the odour of fresh paint from a newly white porch; she separated out all the different smells each telling their own story. Even without the photo she could have picked out the witches' house with its smell of growing herbs and the smell of magic more a taste than a smell. White, pure magic that was a light, sweet taste not like the dark, circle midnight magic with its metallic taste that cloyed at the back of her throat.
"Maybe we should go inside and wait for her there," Icarus said. "I mean if there are Night World agents here it would be best for them not to know we're here yet."
"So what we just go to her mother and say hey we think someone's after your daughter can we wait in here with you so they don't see us?" Cynthia asked cynically.
"I was thinking we'd say your daughter's bonk buddy sent us to protect daughter," Icarus replied with a challenge in his eyes daring her to make a come back at him.
Des broke in before she could do so, "Look she's a witch she's with us unless she's one of the darker than dark witches and somehow I doubt that so we tell her the truth, that Thierry sent us, I don't think she'll question it."
"Okay. Lets do it," Icarus said pulling the door handle and slipping out of the car in one smooth, fluid motion that betrayed his Night World origins. Though the foxglove ring he wore would have pointed it out to anyone who looked close enough.
Cynthia followed moving with an elegance and grace that masked the power and strength in her movements. Des followed slowly stumbling a little and feeling like a complete clod; she knew she could never compare to a Night Person, sometimes she wondered if that was why Gwern had really left her, that he needed someone who was Night World and she could never fight the bill. Sometimes she imagined that he was off somewhere with some perfect lamia girl and had completely forgotten her; she didn't believe it of course but the thought alone scared her, scared her more than the thought she might never see him again.
She shook her head lightly trying to banish the thoughts and images that were running roughshod through her mind. Sometimes she hated Gwern so much for making her feel like this and sometimes she just longed for him to come back, to feel his arms around her and hear him tell her everything was alright. When she felt like that she could feel the soulmate connection tugging at her, burning her but it was stretched so thin and taunt sometimes she felt it was going to disappear altogether.
Wenona walked slowly home from school; she could sense the change of season on the air and she dawdled to enjoy it. The taste of spring on the air made her smile, not that she hated winter, there were parts of it she liked a lot; she loved Samhain and Yule it was just the grey in between she disliked. Spring, however, spring was a season she loved, the reawakening of the earth always made her feel somehow more alive.
She reached up to secure the black dahlia clip she wore in her hair and pondered what she would wear that night. Alex had invited the new kids to come along with them. She didn't mind that having gotten to know Cassian and Charlotte a little in the part two days but Aniela had been dead against it and Alex had to practically beg her to get her to agree to come out. Wenona didn't understand Aniela's dislike of them they all seemed nice even Diablo though he could be a little annoying. But Ani really seemed to hate him and to view the others with distrust.
When she got home she dropped her bag in the hall and went in search of her mother.
"Mom," she called.
"I'm in the kitchen," came the reply.
The door to the kitchen was slightly open and through the crack Wenona could see a pair of legs that definitely didn't belong to her mother. They wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a heavy, pair of brown boots. For a moment she thought it might be him but she knew it wasn't, he had told her he wasn't going to come to see her for a few months and anyway he always called before he came to the house, he felt it would be impolite to do otherwise.
On entering the kitchen she discovered three strangers gathered around the table drinking lemonade and chatting easily with her mother. The legs belonged to a guy with short brown hair, he was handsome and she pegged him for Night World straight away though she was unsure of what species. The other two were girls not too much older than her, one had very long, thick auburn hair and a sweet but some how sad smile on her face, the other girl was tall and she had brown hair too but with dyed bronze highlights.
"Wenona," her mother said, "this is Icarus, Cynthia and Des, they're from Circle Daybreak."
"Hi," the guy said.
"Umm, hello," Wenona replied confused as to why these three daybreakers were at her house.
"Lord Thierry sent us," the guy, Icarus told her. "A friend of yours asked him to send you some protection and we're it."
"Protection?" Wenona said surprised, "But why would I need protection? I'm no-one special."
"We don't really know," one of the girls said, "we were just told you may be in trouble and that we were to protect you."
"From what exactly?" Wenona asked.
"We don't know that either, presumably the Night World," Icarus said.
"So let me get this straight," Wenona said, "you were sent here to protect me from you don't know what for you don't know what reason?"
"Pretty much," Icarus agreed, "we were hoping you could shed some light on it."
"I don't know," Wenona said softly, " I mean I don't think I need protection."
"He must think you thought," her mother said, "if he went to Thierry he must really feel you are in danger."
"That's true," Wenona said, "I suppose it's better safe than sorry, right."
"Right," the auburn haired girl said with a smile.
"So tell me what exactly this protection is going to involve," Wenona said.
Aniela sat on her own at the table in their town's only a therefore most popular club, the place was packed as usual on a Friday night and the music was thumping not entirely pleasantly. Wenona had turned up with three friends of hers that Aniela had never meet or heard of before. Right now Alex was dancing with one of them who he'd taken an instant shine to, her name Aniela thought her name was Cynthia. Wenona was dancing with Diablo much to Aniela's disgust; she couldn't understand how Wenona could stand to be so near to him, he made her skin crawl from meters away. The others, Des and Icarus and Cassian and Charlotte were dancing together.
Aniela wrapped her arms around herself feeling conspicuous in her oneness. She felt terribly exposed, and isolated like nobody wanted to be near her. She knew it was silly but sometimes she was silly. She quickly mentally kicked herself; she was here to have fun not to wallow in whatever emotion it was she had been wallowing in.
Diablo tried to give the witch his full attention but he found himself only half listening to her as she told him about her friends. His eye kept straying to the human girl who was sitting on her own looking about as comfortable as a werewolf sitting on a cactus. She had spent most of the day glaring at him and ignoring any attempt he made at conversation. It was interesting and not the effect he usual had on human girls, there had been the few shy ones he'd talked to who didn't say much or tried to speak and ended up getting totally tongue tied, it was fun to watch them become embarrassed.
She was different though it was blatant hostility that kept her from speaking to him. He had thought about influencing her but that would be a little too suspicious and plus he didn't really care how she felt about him but things would probably just go a little easier if she liked him or if she didn't hate him quite so much.
As the night wore itself slowly onward the thumping of the music became a pounding in Aniela's head. She could feel a vein at the back of her head jumping and the stale air and flashing lights of the club were not helping her in the least. She decided she needed to get out for a little while. She met Wenona on her way and told her where she was going.
The night air was cool and fresh against her skin and though she could still hear the music in the background the stillness of the night was soothing. She closed her eyes and tilted her head so when she opened them all she saw was the dark night sky, the town's lights made it difficult to see any stars but she still saw beauty in the night sky and her fingers itched to paint it.
As she stared upward everything around her seemed to fade till all she could see was the darkness and all she could hear was her heart beating against her chest. Then a step, a voice broke into her little cocoon of peace, a very unwanted voice.
"Are you okay?" he asked unable to mask the complete lack of concern in his voice.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he replied.
"Bullshit."
"There you go again with the potty mouth," he retorted.
"Are you always this patronising?" Aniela asked. "Or is it a special annoyance reserved for me?"
"Well nobody else has ever called me patronising so I'm going to have to say it's especially for you."
"Don't I feel privileged," Aniela replied.
"Of course you do," Diablo responded. So tell me are you always this much of a bitch? Or is it just me who gets the pleasure of experiencing your complete and utter bitchiness?"
Aniela just turned away from him and returned her attention to the sky. Diablo watched her gritting his teeth, she was the most annoying vermin he'd ever met, maybe it was because usually he didn't care what vermin did, it didn't matter to him but her, she wasn't just getting on his nerves she was getting under his skin and he hated it.
He looked at her again his eyes coming to rest on the curve of her neck. He felt his canines lengthen and smiled softly to himself. He was angry, she was defenceless and he was hungry, a combination like that could only have one outcome.
She was so adsorbed in what she was looking at she didn't even notice his approach, a flick of his mind kept her from screaming but he didn't subdue her fully; he wanted her to know how much more than annoying he could be. She tried to fight him off but she was no match for his superior strength and speed. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the nearby wall. He watched in delight as her eyes dilated with fear when she saw his canines. He tilted her head upward to get a better angle then bit.
For a moment everything seemed normal and then he felt it rushing at him with the speed and strength of a truck. "Oh no," he thought just as everything around him faded and he began to fall.