I just went for a run... (Lord Dakol and Menarae)

[Lord Dakol]

His eyes had enough. With a silent swoop, he twisted gravity and fell, stopping short as his feet were planted on the bottom of the branch. "Don't relax, pooch." he whispered, suddenly his upside down face gazing at her with eyes full of blood lust. Before she could react, he reached out and pinned her arms to the trunk of the tree, making her completely immobile.

 

[Menarae]

She sucked in a sharp breath at his sudden reappearance, but that was the only reaction she could have before he pinned her. Michaela growled and kicked, her ribs protesting fiercely with each twist and pull of muscle. "Worthless bat-spawn," she spat.

 

[Lord Dakol]

"You don't listen. Insulting doesn't work on me." Damion whispered before extending his fangs. With a hiss, he dove forward and bit down on her neck, "Good night." Concentrating on sleep, a gas left his fangs and entered into her bloodstream, making her extremely numb and tired.

 

[Menarae]

Michaela growled and tried to twist away, but his bite quickly took effect. Her limbs were suddenly stiff, her head heavy. Her knees buckled, and only his grip on her arms kept her upright. Her eyelids drooped, no matter how much she struggled to remain awake. The woods, already dark, kept fading to black. And each time her vision went dark, it stayed that way just a little bit longer than the time before. She offered a thin growl, all she could really manage through the fog.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Soon enough, the girl slumped forward, allowing the Vampire to hike her over his shoulder. "Let's go, shall we?" he whispered, then jumped froward at an amazing speed out of the park.

 

[Menarae]

Michaela's vision kept fading in and out, but she could hear everything. Her foggy brain couldn't process more than the fact she was moving quickly through the woods, and that she wasn't one one running. A pale flutter of panic rose briefly in her chest before it faded into the fog.