A Mortal Death Prevents My Own

Yuna made no sound; a small trickle of blood began to run from her mouth. She coughed and spluttered glowing red blood allover the floor as she collapsed, the sound bringing Death Strike out of his daze. He saw his mate on he ground with his spear sticking out of her lower abdomen.

He rushed to her side and cradled her head in the crook of his muscular arm; Yuna was tense with the pain. She reached down and grasped the handle of the lethal device, squeezing her eyes shut she let out a loud grunt as she pulled the spear from her flesh. Death Strike quickly placed a thick absorbent cloth over the leaking wound to stop the blood flow. Yuna reached up to stroke his lower mandibles and smiled as darkness took hold. The last thing she could hear was Death Strike's plaintive roar.

Death Strike POV

'It can't be true; Yunalesca cannot be dead…not by my own hands'. Tears or anger and sorrow stung my eyes as my huntress lay unmoving in my arms. I ignored the pain in my shoulder as I held my beautiful Yunalesca to my chest and rocked her body as though it would some how restore life to her. My spear had penetrated her reproductive organs; even if she had lived her ability to bear offspring was destroyed.

I kept having these horrible thoughts as I felt a coughing vibration coming from the body in my arms.

Yuna POV

I could hear Death Strike sobbing as I lay there, he crushed me against his chest as my body healed my wounds; if I had not had this ability I would be um…dead. Pretty soon my need for air took over and I had to breathe but Death strike's luscious chest muscles were preventing this. I raised my arms and pulled away, taking a huge gulp of air.

Normal POV

Yuna arched her back as the air rushed into her aching lungs, if it had been appropriate at the time she would have burst out laughing at Death Strike's shocked expression. He looked down at her abdomen where the wound had disappeared; the pale glowing flesh had no bruises or abrasions just a faint white mark where the spear had penetrated her gut. It was almost as though they had not been fighting at all.

Yuna pulled away from him and ran out of the training room; she was half way to her quarters when she raced head first into a wall of solid muscle knocking it to the floor. It was Draz'nar; she had met him about a year ago when he had come to LA with four other predators. They did the meet and greet and then she never saw him again, it didn't help that his personality reminded her of Death Strike. He held her steady and looked down at her with concern, seeing that she did not want who ever was behind her to catch up; he took her hand and pulled her down the hallway to his quarters.

"Are you alright, ooman? The large hunter growled.

"Yeah, thanks hiding me" Yuna replied in predator tongue. "I require time to figure out how to explain to your captain, how I cheated death".

A woman with long dark brown hair and a small baby sleeping in her arms wandered in from the bathroom, she smiled up at Yuna and turned to the massive hunter who was obviously her mate. She handed him the sleeping baby.

"Draz'nar, why don't you take Ke'veh back to Lex, I think Scar wants a hand in the armory" the woman suggested.

For a hunter who Yuna had seen tear a human apart with his bare hands, he took the child with surprising gentleness. As he exited the room she could here the sounds of low pitched baby talk, the woman held her hand out to Yuna, she was only a couple of inches shorter than her.

"I'm Brittany, but everyone who doesn't want their throat ripped out calls me Pred" she said as Yuna clasped the offered limb.

"Yunalesca" Yuna replied.

Pred sat down on the enormous fur covered bed.

"So you're the girl Death Strike always goes on about, what are you 18, 19?" she asked

Yuna cracked a smile.

"Actually I'm 23, my body only looks 18 because that's how old I was when it died"

"Huh?" said a very confused Pred.

"I'm part vampire, when I came of age my body died a mortal death" Yuna shrugged.

Pred grinned.

"Cool! So that means that you're a human/vampire/yautja…thingie"

"Yeah I guess so" Yuna replied.

Pred looked up at the taller girl and her face changed to a more serious expression.

"So Yunalesca…you wanna tell me why my giant hulk of a mate practically tossed you in here?"

Yuna turned away.

"I'm hiding from Death strike, he kinda…stabbed me in the gut and thought I was dead, then I stood up and ran away" Yuna exclaimed in once rushed sentence.

Pred's jaw almost hit the ground, she knew that the Yautja had superior regenerative capabilities' but she had never me anyone who could survive a spear to the gut.

"So you're like…unkillable?" Pred asked

Yuna nodded

"NICE!"

There was a loud knock at the door; it slid open to reveal a very serious Draz'nar. He walked over to his mate and brushed his large clawed hand through her hair.

"Death strike sent me to get Yunalesca" he growled "apparently you have some explaining to do?"

Yuna smiled nervously and left the room, waving to her new friend as she walked out the door. She had to do it quickly, last time she had gotten stuck when the door slid closed. She found death strike in their quarters standing looking out of the window at the passing universe; she stopped a couple of meters from him, standing upright like a marine soldier.

"I have seen many strange things during battle" growled the large hunter "but never in my 530 years have I ever seen a worrier come back from the dead"

At the end of the sentence he turned around to face the tall hybrid; Yuna cocked her head to the side, her long brown dreadlocks spilled over one shoulder.

"Well technically I didn't die" Yuna explained "My body just went into a state of light hibernation so that it could heal it's self"

Death strike threw back his head and roared in frustration, he rushed forward and grasped Yuna's shoulders so firmly that if she had been human, the bones would have shattered.

"Do you not understand Yunalesca, I thought that I had killed you!" he yelled "and then you just stood up and ran away…why did you not tell me you had this ability?"

He pulled her roughly against his broad chest, almost crushing her in a fierce hug.

"I thought that I had lost you" he purred into her hair.

Yuna reached up and kissed death strike's inner mouth; he slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed the sides of her face with his mandibles. Yuna pressed her body hard against his and reveled in the feeling of his hot flesh against her skimpy outfit. Reluctantly she broke the kiss and stepped back from the creature she loved, Yuna rested her head on the cool glass of the massive window.

"I…I don't know why I didn't tell you, I guess I thought you would have…I dunno felt differently about me" Yuna replied "in the past, men have left because I did not need them to protect me".

"It's a vampire trait, when a human is turned their body dies so that the demon blood can manipulate the systems to its specifications. Since my father was a vampire and my mother was mortal, it happened to me when I was 18 but only my body died not my soul." Yuna explained.

Death strike tilted her chin up so that he could gaze into her amazing blue eyes.

"There is no reason for you to worry" he whispered "when we reach Yautja prime, you will meet with the council of elders and then we can begin our new life…together"

Smiling Yuna backed away from her mate and pulled him towards the enormous bed in the corner of the room; she reached around to her back, took her top clasp in her fingers, and undid it. Coming loose the top garment fell to the bed exposing Yuna's full well rounded breasts. She ran her hands up and down her body in a seductive manner, before removing the skimpy loincloth skirt.

Death strike's eyes darkened with desire, he loved this woman so much…he would die for her…if he had too. Growling low in his throat; he yanked away his loin cloth to reveal his hard, proud manhood. His race was very…gifted, Yuna didn't know how she had cold compare her experiences with Death strike to those of her past lovers. Tobias and Damon had been adequate but they were not as endowed as her predator was.

Yuna POV

My Hunter; he was not wearing the mesh of heating wires, I thought they gave him a bit of a kinky side. His claws traced lanquid lines up the front of my stomach, and when they curled around the sides of my breasts, I closed my eyes in the feeling of pleasure. Back went his hands, under my arms and across my shoulder blades, his mandibles tracing geometric patterns across the flesh of my neck. At the merest suggestion of touch, I felt my body respond; my legs widened for him and I lifted my hips up.

He sank deep inside and I gasped at the feeling. I felt so full I couldn't move, but as Death strike began to move inside me, he was making some of my most tender parts ache with such a fierce sensation .

Normal pov

Death Strike had already begun to move more rapidly, he held Yuna's hips steady with both hands. She moaned long and low, and felt Death Strike's answering growl vibrate through their joined bodies. His motions had become less rushed and more powerful, pushing with enough force to knock her off the bed. Yuna's own pleasure was quickly peaking, and she closed her eyes so tight that it hurt. "Death Strike," She screamed, she arched her back painfully as her muscles released their pent-up tension. His rumbles and clicks became groans on the end of ragged breaths, the groans becoming roars as his thrusts grew deeper and more erratic. "YUNALESCA" he roared as he went rigid and ground himself against her, and Yuna felt warmth spreading inside her. He pushed again, seating himself deeper and remaining there, pressing his chest to hers. His dreadlocks fell over his shoulders, and they moved gently as his breathing puffed out of him. He shifted his hips and withdrew, exhaling hard as he did so.

Death strike lay spent next to his luscious mate, his massive chest rumbled with laughter.

"I have wanted to do that for two years" he trilled.

Chuckling along with him, Yuna reached out and pulled up the massive fur lined blanket. She snuggled next to her large hunter, and let he sweat oblivion of sleep take them both.

TBC…

Sorry for the long wait my darlings but yr 12 is quite demanding. To those of you who want more death…Buffy is a stow away on the ship and will die in the next chapter or so. I hate that little blond bitch.

Seya Reya.