Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

The hard metallic sound of vehicles approaching had Blair ripping her gaze from the woman in front of her to glance back at the entrance of the library. Men, and they were close. Her lip curled and she felt disgust at the idea of their sullying this beautiful place with their stink and filth and...cruelty. She turned back to the other woman, shocked to see the tears in her eyes and it had Blair faltering, unsure. This human had spared her, was offering her the chance of escape. She didn't have the luxury of debating with herself or allowing herself to explore the pangs of empathy she felt towards the other woman and what had to have been a horrible experience before with her own kind. Gritting her teeth she turned on her heel, ducking into the shadows before using what strength she had to climb on top of a desk, scale the wall and pull her body through the hole in the ceiling. She glanced back down, dark hair spilling around her face as she stared at the flame haired woman below her. A part of her wanted to offer to take her with her, extend her hand and give the woman a chance to escape as well. She wouldn't be any safer with her than she was here though, Blair realized. At least here the woman could hide, possibly slip away, where as if she left with Blair? The bloodlust, she knew, wouldn't be able to deny her thirst for long and it would be painful to force such a fierce woman to be reduced so cruelly to nothing more than a meal. With a pained frown Blair stood, withdrawing from the opening to hurry to a window in the second floor that lead to a large half dead tree behind the building. Easing out the window she could hear the vehicles pulling up, the grating sound of machines grinding to a halt had her hurrying her descent and landing quickly on the ground before taking off at a run for the treeline. She slipped into the forest of foliage she came from easily, disappearing as her kind did into the night. Blair didn't make it far, not before guilt began to wrack her mind. She couldn't shake the way the other woman had spared her life, it went against everything the covens preached about the supposed rabid and moral lacking humans scavanging the wastelands out side of their safe havens and cities. Meant for nothing more than bloodsport and hunting, the men too mentally stunted to be saved, women often too broken to even used as a proper victim of thrall. Sometimes the children were only deemed salvagable, if caught young enough they would be brought back and raised by other thralls to a proper age before being chosen as a bloodslave. The Lordes of the Brotherhood overseeing the covens of this land warned her kind against trying to reason with their madness. The madness of their men she had seen the after effects of, experienced in their violence and savagery. The women? She was yet to come across one that had been outside of a clan that wasn't a corpse. Seeing one in the flesh, living and breathing, still with shreds of her own person and being so vibrant and full of life...it had her teeth set on edge and a hiss welling up in her throat at the idea of what the men approaching the building would put her through if they found her. Blair grit her teeth before stopping, feet no longer putting distance between her and the woman she left behind. She balled her hands into tight fists, nails cutting through the leather of her gloves as she grimaced, debating what she should do. It didn't take long for her to decide. A beautiful, strong and powerful creature like the woman she had left in that building didn't deserve the fate that would be awaiting her should those men find her. She wouldn't deserve to be broken and shackled to slack their needs to breed. Blair turned back towards the direction of the building and ran, pushing her starved body to the limit as she pressed on, rushing back to the abandoned library. As she got closer she slowed, sinking low to the ground and ducking through bushes. There were three vehicles, mangled and barbaric looking with their mottled twisted metal and engineered to keep going when the world fell to ruin. She was uncertain how many men would be inside, no more than fifteen, possibly less. She would need a meal before she attempted to reenter the library and she found him. A large man, obviously standing guard over the vehicles had his back turned to her, weapon resting over his shoulder as he stalked around the front of the building looking bored. It was only a matter of seconds before she had him on the ground, teeth sinking into his jugular with one hand over his mouth to silence any death rattles, his body having fallen hard behind one of the cars. The blood was bitter, his skin leaving a filth and grime on her lips that nearly had her nearly gagging as she drank. The precious essence of life though still left her mind soaring as she flew on the adrenaline rush she experienced whenever she fed after having been denied for too long. When she finished she rose, spitting the residual taste of sweat and dirt from her mouth before kicking his corpse under the car easily. Her vision was clearer, her body felt stronger and she could practically hear the fresh source of blood singing through her in a delicious way that had her mouth watering for more. She smiled darkly before hurrying back to the tree she had originally used when she escaped, scaling it so much easier and slipping back through the window. Easing across the broken beams that made up the ceiling for the main floor below, she silently approached the hole in the floor she had last seen the woman through, easing herself into a crouch over it to peer down, assessing the situation below.