He took the kick to the face. Just took it, and shook it off. The taste of blood had never scared him off before, even if it was his own. Instead he attempted to throw her to the ground, then dragged her back up to face him again with a vice-like grip on her arm.

And he was never, ever letting go. Until one of them stopped breathing.

He returned the kick she'd given him with a knee to her stomach, and when she doubled over, brought an elbow down on her shoulders. Stupid, stupid little tease. He would have made it quick, if she'd behaved.

"S'alright, Darlin'. It's almost over." With his other hand, he lightly traced a sharp line across her dainty neck. It was time for the kill.