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

Sierra wasnt able to reload in time, the blooddrinker before her sending a flurry of thrown blades in her direction. She tried to dodge, but one caught her face, just off to the right of her eye, shearing a few hairs on the side of her head. Faster than her eyes could follow, the vampire was upon, wresting her gun from Sierras death grip. Well, this fiend would soon learn that Sierra would have to be dead to relinquish her gun, since she knew she was good as dead without it. The fiend wrestled with her, putting forth just as much effort to get the gun away as Sierra put into holding it. The vamp should have been muich stronger than her, it realy shouldnt have been a contest. But Sierra was too willful, too stubborn to die so easily, and looking at the pale, gaunt features of the Vampire, she was weak, hungry. It was then Sierra had an idea. Instead of pulling the gun away, Sierra pushed, letting all the effort the vampire was putting into taking the weapon backfire on her, so the two women fell, the vampire first and Sierra on top of her. The soft form of the woman beneath her made Sierra shudder, surprised that vampires could be described by such a word as soft, and surprised that it felt so good. Sierra had long come to terms with her sexuality, knowing that she could only ever enjoy sex with a woman, but never had a vampire tempted her lust before. Besides, its not like a vampire could ever see her in that light. Sierra was blood to this thing, and She would feed on her if given the chance, as surely as Sierra breathed. She loaded a silver bullet into the chamber, looking down at the soft feminine features looking back up at her. The amber eyes that glowed and even sparkled, the raven hair that spilling along the ruined floor. The high cheek bones, the soft lips, the slender neck and shoulders. Kill her , part of her mind told, the logical part, the rational part, the part that was concerned with survival. And yet, she was no longer satisfied with mere survival. She survived for so long already. She wanted to live now. And more than that, the weakness this vampire demonstrated, the ease by which Sierra had taken her down, that told her that she was not one of the ones who had feasted on her friends just days prior. This woman was too weak to have eaten recently. Kill her, her mind pleaded, bagged. She would kill you! Sierras hands shook, finding it impossible to fit the shell into the chamber. Sierra wasnt a murderer. She didnt kill just to kill. She had taken the first shot, yes, because it was life or death then. But now, as the creature writhed beneath her? There was no threat. The vampire could see the bullets loaded into her gun, and would know she could end her, any time. If she killed this fiend, more would come after her, to hunt her down and taken vengeance on their fallen comrade. Sierra had enough foes as it was. She got up off her, keeping the gun trained on her the while time, Leave, Sierra sneered, pumping the shotgun threateningly. It seems today, she had chosen death by starvation and thirst.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Because you are beautiful, and if this hellish world of death and damnation needs anything, it needs more beauty. Because you arent worth the bullet, Sierra snarled, finger trembling over the trigger. Seek your death elsewhere. This is my burial ground! Maybe she was tempting the vampire into feeding on her. Maybe she wanted this, quick, exquisite death at the service of greater beauty. Maybe she wanted the pain, to pay for her failure to save her friends, her failure to die at their side. Her failure to save more women from the clutches of Talon. LEAVE! She screamed at the fiend, unable to squeeze the trigger, unable to find it, unable to find it in herself to dish out anymore death. She couldnt see her before her anymore, tears blinding her vision, body visibly quaking, fear and lust and loathing eating away at whatever it was the passed for a soul. She would die now. She would die at the hands of this divine monster, and she would love it. She would deserve it. Her life would be pointless and meaningless in the great scheme of things, and another vampire would continue to hunt. Just outside, the raucous sound of vehicles could be heard. It sent terrible dread through Sierra, because it meant men. How many vehicles was it? She couldnt even count. It could be three just outside, or ten, a mile away. She couldnt focus on the terror while the vampire before her continued to pose a threat. Or refuse to pose a threat, as it were. She needed to hide, to still her heartbeat and breathing and pray they hadnt brought hounds that would sniff out her location. Why wont she move? Why wont she leave? Does she want death as much as I do? What could be so terrible for her, that she wont run for her fucking life? Leave or kill me, but dont stand there like an idiot!
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Sierra was quick to duck back into the cabinet, closing it quickly, before the vampire was completely out of sight. A single malnourished vampire wasnt going to do well against a group of scouts, especially not since Sierra had been able to take her down on her own. Sierra got control of herself, clutching her legs up against her chest holding herself in a ball with one hand and her shotgun with the other. She listened as the cars pull to a stop, able to count them by the sound of their brakes applying pressure to stop the car. Three. That meant nine to twelve men. She could hear several competing footsteps, impossible to pick apart from each other, just enough to know what she badly outnumbered. Someone was here. This shell is still warm. Didnt hit whatever they shot at, looks like. A voice called out. Several other murmered in agreement. Then, the sound that made the blood rush form her face. A quick yelp, a canine whine into the night, and the clink of chains to leash the dog. Alright boy, see if you can sniff out a bitch, Another voice joked, and laughter sounded out around her. She held her gun in both hand, aimed at the opening of the cabinet, ready to blast whoever dared to open it. Escape was unlikely, but she could possibly force them to kill her. Take two or three down with her. She could hear the snuffling of the dog, as it grew closer to her position, hard barks as it found her location. Gripping the barreling tightly, she squeezed the trigger as the cabinet doors flung open, exploding into a flash of light that nearly blinded Sierra. Her hunter thudded onto the floor, blood and flesh spraying everywhere. Rolling onto her feet, she unleashed another discharge before her, the sound ringing in her ears, her eyes still blinded form the first shot. The mens cruel laughter turned into angry shouts, as they tried to subdue her. She recovered from her disorientation quickly, just quick enough to see an electric prod come at her from the left. She spun to avoid the paralyzing blow, hitting a man behind her with the butt of her gun, knocking him back a few feet. From the right, a slender man dove as her, tackling her down as his shoulder caught her gut. He pinned her to the ground, leering down at her with a predatory grin. This bitch is a fighter. I like breaking in the fighters, He taunted, holding her wrists over her head. The other eight men surrounded them now, as Sierra squirmed under her captors grasp. She managed to slam her knee into his crotch, ensuring that he would be unable to rape her for at least a little while, while she tried to break away. Boots came from every direction, connecting with her thighs, stomach and arms, until a hand forced her head into the dirt, keeping her in place.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Everything seemed to happen so quickly. One moment Sierra was pinned to the ground, either to be violated, or carried off to be violated, and the next moment an unseen force was attacking and destroying the men who would have hurt her. She only heard screams, and saw the flashes of silver, until her gun was kicked to her. Easy to reload while her captors were distracted with the death being delivered all around them. Sierra was at her feet once more, pumping lead into the men who were happy to have found her, just before. There was something cathartic about dealing death to those who would have hurt her. But who was it that saved her from her terrible fate? Sierra could hardly tell, between the blasts of her gun, and the faint moonlight coming in through the hole in the roof. In this very moment, it didnt matter, even though in the back of her mind, Sierra knew it could only be a vampire. Of course her suspicions were confirmed, as she saw the woman she had spared straddling the man who had tackled her down. She was looking much more lively now, with her check flush from feeding and fighting no doubt. She watched in awe as she feed on the man, drinking down his life in great gulps. It was like seeing a predator in the wild, feasting on her prey, savoring her victory. All Sierra could thing in the moment was how lovely she looked, her guardian angel, with slick crimson sticking to her lips. Youyou saved me, Sierra whispered, in awe. Why? I nearly killed you She listened to the womans response, finding a new found respect for the beautiful blood drinker before her. Thank youthank you, Sierra thought she could cry in relief, slinging her shotgun behind her back. She offered a hand to the vampire, shuddering and feeling alive, for the first time in many years. Im Sierra.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Blair eyed the red headed woman curiously for a moment, with the thirst sated and the rush and thrill of a good kill behind her, she was able to take in more about the human currently standing across from her. The beautiful hair looked like fire and had the same intensity as flames, fanning out around her in a wild fashion. Her eyes had a strength behind them, like twice tempered steel. She wasn't weak and between the curve of muscle, the well worn travel gear and the way she expertly used that shot gun it was obvious the other woman had been through too much, seen too much. It made a part of Blair's chest ache to think of what kinds of hell this other woman must have been subjected to. Blair heard her question and she thought it was an odd, their roles being reversed so quickly when less than an hour before she had been asking this human woman the same thing. Because, she said quietly with a slow lift of a shoulder, You spared me. No one deserves the cruelty these men deal out...except maybe themselves. She used a boot to kick a severed foot away from her. The woman offered her a hand and her name which had the vampire raising an eyebrow. She eyed the offered palm for a moment before her own hand reached out and accepted the gesture. Pleasure to meet you, Sierra. Well, this time around at least, she hummed, casting a her a small dark smile. Much more pleasant when your gun is aimed at someone else's chest. Blair's hand slipped away from the woman's then to slip around the room, collecting what knives she could salvage and searching the bodies for anything of use. She tucked her hair behind her ears as she crouched, shredding another dead man's shirt to use the cloth to clean her blades with. The woman hadn't asked for her name, and while she appreciated the kinder tone things had taken, a small piece of her was apprehensive to offer personal information until she knew a little bit more about the woman she was currently sharing a space with. Blair went over to a small ledge made of stone against one of the walls near a pillar. Her right foot came up to rest with her hips as she sat, her hands restng on her bended knee, thigh tucked closely to her chest, as she used the moonlight to clean the blood from her smaller knives before slipping them back into the leather binding that straped them to her thigh. So, Sierra, did you know these men or are they new to you? She asked idly as she worked, glancing up for a moment. It would help to know if she knew where their base camp was and hoe long it would be, if there were more, before others came looking.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Sierra watched the vampire going about the room, moving with fluid grace. She noticed that the vampire didnt give her name, and she supposed that was fair. Just because she saved Sierra didnt mean she cared about her. Sierra was still just a meal to her, as all these men were. Hell, its not the blood drinker saved her to her sake. She was just hungry, and knew the Sierra alone wouldnt slake her thirst. There werent friends, just temporary allies, while their wants converged. These men? Not in particular. I imagined that worked for Talon though. He is the largest warlord in the area, and I crossed him not too long ago. Freed a couple women his compound, with my partner, Varis. I knew he sent some trackers to find us, so we fled into the wastes. It was fine for a while, until a group of She hesitated, watching her companion, vampires caught up to them. They werethey were no more, when I found them. Sierra sighed, leaning up against a half broken pillar. She watched the woman resting, unable to take her eyes off her, both out of longing, and fear. Its why I attacked you, when I first saw you, Sierra admitted, pulling supplies off the dead men. One had a half full canteen, and she guzzled it down, letting a small bit dribble down her chin, enjoying the way the cool water quenched her parched throat. She drank too much in her thirst, and coughed for a moment, before continuing. I thought you were one of the ones who attacked us, and had come to finish me off. But, once we fought, and I saw how you looked Sierra stopped again, remembering the sight of the lovely vampire beneath her thighs, her supple flesh yielding to hers. You obviously hadnt fed, in a while. You couldnt have been one of the ones who attacked us. I had no beef with you. No need to kill you for just existing, as you have to She found some jerky on one of the men, and some crackers on another. She sat and ate for a while, until the rumble in her gut stilled. I guess it was a good thing, huh? What with you repaying the favor and whatnot. Sierra laughed softly, trying to find some excuse to stay near the woman who had saved her, knowing that this creature would only be the death of her. It didnt matter. Sierra was dead otherwise, without anyone to watch her back. She collected whatever else she could form the rest of the corpses, refilling her shells. She had some food and water, for the next couple days. If the Vampire had no use of her, she could take one of the vehicles and head for safety. Maybe to the south Thank you, again. I was going to take one of those runners with me, I could give you a lift, if its faster for you
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

She listened with a simple nod of her head and hum of agreement when required. When Blair finished polishing the red stains from the last of her weapons as she studied their edges with gloved fingers, she glsnced up at the other woman. It sounds like a rogue hunting or scout party, she said in reference to the fallen women she had traveled with. Any group from the coven would have been required to bring them back to our holdings, especially women. It was moreso for breeding of the blood slaves and food supply rather than a show of mercy. Some parties of scouts meant to keep an eye on the clans get crazed and lose themselves a little the longer tbey stay out of contact...I am sorry such a group fell upon your friends. It was something she truly did feel remorse for, though the way the woman had wrapped her lips around the canteen and drank down its contents, a cool stream of water escaping her plump lips to trail down her chin, over her jaw before sliding down the column of her throat had her mildly distracted. She swallowed a bit, eyes not leaving the small droplet if water as a hunger that had very little to do with blood lust started to sink into her. The sudden shaking and cough pulled her back from tempting thoughts. She glanced at the red haired woman suspiciously when she offered her a ride. You would offer me a place in the vehicle...knowing what I am? It wasn't that Blair could not control herself or was in danger of being hungry again any time soon, but the idea of a human being willing to share space with one of her kind with no ulterior motives? She narrowed her gaze on the woman, as if attempting to find the reasons she would be willing to risk the chance of traveling with something she looked at as an enemy. Why would you risk it.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

You would offer me a place in the vehicle...knowing what I am? You arent as bad as most of the things I have encountered out here. And better looking, to be certain, Sierra flashed smirk, and cocked an eyebrow, before chuckling a bit. It was a long while since she last felt comfortable enough to flirt, and she was quite sure she was rusty at it. And no doubt barking up the wrong tree... Why would you risk it? Because I am not going to last much longer on my own. Because I spent two or three days hiding in that cabinet, alone with my thoughts, and I think I might go crazy if dont interact with someone. Hells, I might already be crazy, seeing as I havent killed you yet, Once she finished stripping her fallen adversaries of their gear, she turned to the vampire, whose name she still didnt know. You could have killed me, along with my attackers, if you had a mind to. You could have left me to my fate. Maybe I thought you were fond of me, Sierra teased, hiding her interest in jests. She made her way out to the cars. She picked the one that was already the fullest on gas, and siphoned the remaining gas from the other two. She packed as much as she could from the other two cars, and slashed the tires when she finished, not needing anyone on her tail, at least not so easily. She hesitated for a moment, with yearning that the lovely blood drinker would take her up on her offer. Even the danger she presented was balanced with the excitement she inspired in Sierra. Not to mention, the hope, perhaps the most dangerous of it all. The hope that her life could be something more than stumbling from one place to another, barely surviving. After a few moments, Sierra sighed, and started the runner.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

The subtle flirting the other woman was implying left Blair thrown, eyebrow arched as Sierra left then after not so subtle teasing. Had the she cracked her head on the stone floor at some point during the battle? Surely she had to have in order to think someone outside of her own kind was making slight advances. And a human of the wilds, no less, not a mere blood source or slave from within the coven's protection. Blair followed, pushing off from where she sat. The vampire watched as the human woman gathered supplies, packing the car she wished to share and filling the tank with gas. Without another word Blair walked over and leaned against the passenger door, gaze studying the woman with flaming red hair and strong features, ignoring the bits of glass from the shattered window catching on her armors forearms that snagged and tugged at the leather. Blair couldn't ignore the attraction and admiration she felt for the woman at her competence and ability to defend herself. Not to mention the way it had felt to be pinned and writhing under that warm strong body. Her amber gaze studied Sierra before she gave in and pulled on the car door handle, freeing the latch so it swung open. She was tired the monotony of the options the coven offered and of traveling alone. Blair's body slipped into the passenger side of the vehicle, body settling against the seat quietly. Which way are you headed? She asked after a moment.
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Sierra couldnt help the smile forming on her lips as the vampire joined her in the car. Oh, she knew it wasnt a great idea, but at least it was interesting. Sierra couldnt remember the last time she felt so alive. I was headed south. No reason in particular, other than Ive never been far that way. I go somewhere else if you have a better idea. So do Vampires have names, or do you just go Hey you, over there. Yes you. Sierra teased, pulling the car into the open wasteland. It was a while since Sierra last tried to drive, as the car wasnt in the greatest condition, so she had to turn the wheel pretty hard to get the car in the direction she wanted. So the ride started off pretty bumpy, which made Sierra rubbed her neck sheepishly. If you arent going to give me your name, I am going to have to pick an embarrassing nick name. She threatened, getting a feel for the over-modified runner. All she could think about was the vampires soft body, pressed against hers, casually imagining how her breasts would feel in the palms of her hands. How about Knives? You look like a Knives. Sierra continued, vaguely aware she was talking too much. She found that she missed it, missed her voice, while she sat so quietly an still in that cabinet. She missed having someone to listen, if the vampire was even listening. If she were even real and not some imaginary fantasy she created. Something to lose herself in while a group of desperate and cruel men violated her. Had she even made it out? Did she die?
Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

Blair snorted slightly at the idle threat of an embarrassing nickname. Trust me, you would have to compete with the names I am saddled by my brothers and sister 'neck-biters' and they can be quite creative when the mood strikes them. Need to do better than Knives to embarrass me, she hummed with a slightly playful smile as she gazed out the window as the vehicle lurched forward and they left the old buildings and ruins behind. And it's Blair. She glanced over at the other woman, taking the opportunity to study her for a bit. If you have been on the run for a while would you be in the need of supplies? She hadn't missed the way Sierra had been scavenging for water and food on the bodies after Blair's rather violent and bloody entrance. If we are heading South, in about a days drive we would be coming across my home, she said, eyes remaining trained on the human. She knew some vampires lived on the outskirts of the city, but they were always open for attack from raiders and human clans as well as any rogue vampires who had spent too long between meals and lost their sanity to the blood lust. Blair preferred the safety of the city walls her large coven had built once it joined the Brotherhoods council along with several other sister covens. It could be dangerous for a human, impossible for one without a vampire escort or 'master'. She wrinkled her nose at the thought definitely not something she ever wanted to get herself ensnared in-the idea of domineering a pet was...unappealing. The way the blood slaves would just stare blankly with those soulless eyes gave her reason to shudder. It could be dangerous but, if you would be willing to make the stop I could provide us both with means of continuing on a journey much further and longer than if we went without.