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sc, g Asche struggled against the larger male shed pitted herself against. The female herself was confident, but perhaps in this case overly so. She was clearly overpowered, and yet for some reason she couldnt bring herself to flee. Maybe it had something to do with her hunters code, maybe not. But here she stood, at his mercy. There was no chance that he would just let her be he knew she was dangerous. One of the most prominent hunters of her generation. This would be the end game for her, she knew it. Brunette curls fell from the high ponytail as her spine collided with a wide oak tree. Breath instantly knocked from her chest, and before shed had a chance to catch her breath and react, she felt cold fingers around her throat, restricting her airways. As she gasped for air, fingernails scratching and scraping at the wrist of the hand that held her in place, she could tell his eyes were angry. Black in their entirety, large fangs bared. Oh, God, this was it. He was going to strangle her This was when she felt the jerk, it was violent enough that all of her curls fell over her left shoulder in a messy waterfall of silk chaos. A hand shoved against her chest while the one previously gripping her throat preoccupied itself with the aforementioned curls, yanking her head enough to the left to expose her jugular. And soon, he dove forward. Pain was the first thing she felt, initially, and then came the jerk. She felt the vein ripping more now, venom seeping into her veins, burning them. Her mouth hung open as the pain nearly paralyzed her, choked gasps of air leaving her throat. He ripped his head back, taking chunks with him before speaking to her in is gruff voice, although she couldnt make out what was said. The next thing she remembered was the crash of his lips against her own, his tongue pushing passed her lips, and with it a strange taste. It was coppery but it was hot, almost like coffee, or maybe that was just the way it was burning her throat. Was this blood? He was. Turning her?! It was brilliant, when she thought about it What did a hunter hate more than a Vampire? Becoming one this male obviously knew that. But she had no chance to spit out the blood. Hed kept her still until he was certain the appropriate amount of blood had been consumed, thus confirming her doomed existence. Hed parted from her instantly, spitting at the ground, as if the very taste of a hunter displeased him, although the pleasure on his features at what hed done was obvious for any onlookers. Blood soaked her shoulder and chest, the wound bleeding profusely even as it began to heal. Pain wracked her body immediately, everything cramping all at once, sending the already paling woman to her knees, screaming instinctively. Hangs gripped at her abdomen as the anguished cries filled the air, her body changing before she could do anything about it. And before anymore could be said he was gone, leaving her in the cold with only the sound of her cries and her pain. Soon, she was on her side, gasping for air while the natural, ocean blue of her eyes was slowly consumed by the tell tale red hues of what would soon be her kind. The pain was nearly too much She felt her mind growing foggy or was that him? Her sire in her head? Oh, God death would have been preferred.