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

The shove shocked her and Blair felt herself falling backwards, back hitting the floor hard and sending the air in her lungs out in a brief grunt of pain. The warm body laying over hers, pressing her into the stone floor had her gasping slightly, staring up at the sharp features framed with red hair that seemed to catch fire in the soft glow of the night air around them. Swallowing she felt frustration grow in her at the small swirl of desire she felt flaring up in the back of her throat that had more to do with the way the contact was lighting her skin on fire than the woman's pulse should. She ground her teeth against the desire she felt. Blair had plenty of options within her coven, both men and women of her own kind willing to tumble into bed for a night but it always left her wanting, feeling unsatisfied the nights usually dealing with rough emotionless play that had her craving something different, something softer. As if there was such a thing as gentleness remaining in this frozen waste of a world where people only concerned themselves with sating their needs and slacking their thirsts rather than submitting to wants and desires. The gun was soon being reloaded though, and the silver rounds flashing ominously in the moonlight left her knowing it was over, that she would not survive this night. She braced herself for the shot that would leave her eyes sightless and send her spirit on to whatever damnation awaited her kind when they passed on from this realm to the next but it never came. The warm body soon lifted off of hers leaving her colder than she had felt in an age and against all rational thought she wished to feel that warmth pressing down on her again. The shot gun was raised, leveling with her and she stared up the barrel at the fierce woman wielding it. The one word order had her eyes narrowing as Blair used the heels of her palms to push up enough to bend her arms back and drag herself away from the other woman, easing herself out. Her eyes roamed up the firm and well defined form standing over her and felt her mouth water at the idea of tasting the woman's skin, of feeling the warmth of the woman covering hers. She could hear the woman's pounding pulse and it did nothing to curb her desire to press her lips to taste that tempting skin, allowing her teeth to graze over the warm flesh as she- No. She realized her lips had curled back as the bloodlust had begun to take over her better judgement, causing her to flash her teeth in a way that normally was a sign of aggression. The hunger threatening to override her instincts for survival and the logic in taking the woman's offering of freedom. She pressed her lips together as she fought the hunger threatening to override her sense, slowly climbing to her feet. She took a few more steps back more for her own sanity, to put some distance between the heart beating in a tantalizing manner in front of her. Why? She asked quietly. Perhaps this was some sort of trap. There could be more of her kind lurking nearby and baiting, waiting to see if Blair was alone or had company. It was a foolish notion though and she shook it from her head. The men of the clans would no more risk the life of one of their breeding stock than her brothers and sisters would risk the life of their favorite pets. Granted, the others of her kind she chose to associate with kept their slaves better than the stories she had heard revolving around the treatment of men towards their women. None of this explained why the woman was risking letting her go though and it had her brow furrowing. Why risk letting me live, she asked again, knowing it was foolish but holding the other woman's eyes defiantly all the same.