Faline

Snarling viciously, I attack the mountain lion. Swiping at his face as I work my way between it and the cowering youngster. Black ears pull back hard as lips raise in yowls and snarls, baring small canines that will do just as much damage as his larger ones.

The cougar backpedals a few feet as I catch claws on his muzzle, ripping through the shorter fur to the skin and slicing it open. I want to keep engaging, so bad, but I stay in front of Maii. My body arches as growls are heard, fur standing on end.

Nicolaus does the growl-roar sounding thing, his orange eyes angry as he looks between me to the boy behind me. His ears go back as he growls at the coyote near constantly. You know that clip of the house cat who is growling while moving its mouth so it sounds like it's saying 'no no no'? That's pretty much what I'm doing, yet with my cat's pitch, it sounds freaky as hell.

Hissing and swiping at him to warn him to back off, Maii is on his back, exposing his belly, which is so not the position he needs to be in. With a back foot, I nudge him to get up and back away. Wide slit eyes watch him, but I draw their attention by darting forward and snarling. To my horror, another large cat shows itself.

A leopard comes from around the brush as if it owns the place. An actual leopard, not one who imitates one like I do, and I guess you could say they do own the place, since judging by smell, this is the Lady of the house.

Pale yellow with black rosettes and spots, dual-colored eyes look from one of us to the other, landing on Maii behind me. Making a grunt like sound, he hurries to her side, licking at her muzzle as if a cub to a parent. I think it's also a submission thing, but I've never seen or heard of it being done between a cat and canine before.

I look on curiously but keep Nicolaus in my view as he backs from the smaller cat. He has at least a hundred pounds on her, but he backs down. She must have some serious power that I haven't seen yet.

Looking back to Nicolaus and I, she raises her lips in a growl, then turns and walks away. The coyote looks back to me but she rumbles and he darts in front of her and walks. Really hope he isn't in trouble, he was just doing what he was told; to stay by me.

My golden eyes swing to the mountain lion as he takes a step towards me, ears returning to their pulled back state. When realizing who the leopard was, I'd sat down, but now I raise back up and make my way backward. I'm just about to slip into the underbrush when pictures start flashing through my head again, sending me off balance.

Unable to see with my own eyes, all I can make out is the landscape of a wooded area whirl by before a plunge into ice-cold water. The shock to my body is immense, but the need to get rid of scent is paramount, to get rid of the blood. Sides are heaving, but we plunge in several times before I get the sense of her swimming.

Able to finally pull myself from her head, I find myself in an even worse spot. Of all the times for that to have happened, it had to happen now when facing my biggest danger. Who, of course, just so happens to have a hold of me right now.

His teeth are wrapped around the nape of my neck as he stands over me, my snarls pick up, but are cut off as he clenches his jaws, his weight lowering onto my frame. Ever have a giant cat lay on you? They're fuckin' heavy.

Might not need to breathe, but air moving through is what produces sound. With his heavy ass on me, there's no drawing in air to make much noise. Best I'd be able to do is squeak, and I hate squeaking.

Rumbling growls vibrate from his body to mine as his totally covers and presses me firmly into the ground. I don't know what he's doing, but I'm not thrilled, trying to fight against the instinct of going limp with that hold.

My moving around gets me nowhere and teeth pressed harder into the skin on my neck and between my shoulder blades. After a while, his teeth let go, but his weight still has me pushed down, so there's no going anywhere. Soon as I can though, I will so be out of here and gone.

A tongue bath starts up, to my utter annoyance. Don't even know how much time passes as I'm getting smothered and bathed, rubbed on, and marked. Nibbling bites are given to areas he can reach without letting me up.

Even though Vampires can't drink water, we're still able to produce saliva, and right now I'm covered in his. No food or other particles are taken in aside from hemoglobin, so bad breath consists of the smell of old or fresh blood. Right now, his is of fresh blood, and not human. More than likely his dogs.

Every now and then I go through more psychic trips, but it eventually stops. The last one of her finding a dark place to hide and rest, the feeling of safety calling her. Hopefully, she's back to normal after getting some sleep.

Meanwhile, I have to deal with lard-ass and his foulness. His motor-sounding purr reminds me of his humming. Maybe his hum while human is the equivalent of his cat purring? Possible, I guess.

Total darkness had descended at least two hours ago. If he keeps licking I swear I'll go bald. Wiggling every now and then till I actually get most of my upper body out from under him, I can finally draw in air to growl here and there.

I get punished with hard nips, but I think I prefer the nipping over the constant licking. Nicolaus seems to have developed an oral fixation or something. I'm able to pull one back leg free, but my other is caught.

I resort to kicking him in the face since during my wiggling I'd managed to get turned onto my side. Hissing as I pop his nose with some claws probably isn't the best idea since my belly is exposed, which he shows me after his sniffer gets blood drawn.

His face dips deep into the longer fur of my belly and thighs, long teeth extending over soft parts and puncturing through in some areas. I wince with each hole and tear created, but it doesn't keep me from trying to slash at his face. My foot catches in his ear at one point before he shakes me loose and growls.

I growl right back before I start panicking from his licking again, first high than working lower. Bringing my upper body up fast to grab ahold of his face, teeth slip off his muzzle to scrape across his facial scar hidden under the fur.

His scream-roar is loud within my ears as he rears back. While he does so, I get my legs under me and take off. I don't know where to run to, but I run. First one way then the other, trying to remember where the door is.

The quickest way to find out is to run in one direction till I reach the wall, then go from there. I know you're not supposed to, but like all ditsy women in movies, I look back. My sister would be so disappointed in me.

I don't catch sight of him, I do, however, trip over a damn tree root. Going head over tail right into a small creek-like setting. The resulting splash seems loud enough to wake the dead.

Looking around immediately, I see a tree further down that's close to the bank. I leap towards it and scale up fast. Do mountain lions climb trees? Climbing higher and higher while trying not to make a sound isn't easy.

To do so quietly, I have to do so slowly. Getting halfway up when the branches reach out to other trees, I take a quick look around and head towards the wider limbs, creeping and tangling with other thicker and even wider limbs. I'm not winning any bravery points right now, that's for sure. Hearing the cracking of foliage, I freeze. The only thing to move is my eyes as I look for the source.

Nicolaus comes through some of the plants below, nose in the air and tail tip twitching. I take the time to lower myself slowly. Calling squeaks start coming from him, and here I thought my noises were weird, at least I don't sound like a bird.

Nothing like a giant cat making cute sounding little squeaks. I know what it is though, and I know he's doing it to annoy me. It's the sound a mother cat uses to call her kittens.

My golden eyes narrow as I watch him. Moving when he moves, keeping on his tail from above till I'm able to find an overhanging branch. Freeze framing every couple of steps as I maneuver into position.

Just as he walks beneath me, I pounce, not making a sound till I land on his back. Legs bracing to either side, remembering his movements from the last time I tried this, my teeth grab hold of his scruff and sink in, quick and deep before I grab a different spot, his bucking body trying to get mine off. Claws dig deep into his sides as I hold on, frame straddling his.

His leaping is quite jarring, but I grimly hang on. Several more bites are given to and around his neck and scruff, have to bite deep through the thick fur and skin while his bony shoulder blades ram into my jaw multiple times. Almost chip a tooth on one I swear.

Just as my grip starts to loosen, I move to jump off so I'm not thrown, trying for the same way I did last time, but he's caught on, preventing me from doing so as he flails closer to the trees. My front feet slip and my claws detach just as he comes down from bucking upwards. Hitting against him hard as I lose my perch, I kick off with my back feet so I'm not too close when I fall.

I twist in the air to land on my feet, but the angle is still wrong and I end up on my side. Faster than lightning, he's on me, angrier than ever as he roars at me. Heavy paws swiping over my body.

He finally gets mad enough to actually hit me with one. The force of the blow sends me flying into a tree, my side hitting it hard. Exhaling harsh enough that my lungs protest, a small sound gets ripped from them.

Refusing to allow that to stop me, I make it to my feet and yowl at him as my front right leg collapses. Turning to run off, I'm not going very fast, so it's not like I'm winning any races, let alone eluding any pursuer. The large cougar comes up to my left side as I attempt to run with three legs. Actually isn't that hard, just awkward as you have to center yourself on one forepaw instead of two.

Picture doing a one-handed push-up, it's sorta like that, and in this case, it's one of those things where it's easier to run than it is to walk.

I growl and hiss at him to go away as blood streaks from his neck, back, and down his sides. His purring starts up and I turn to swipe at him. Not only does he pull away with plenty of time, but it sends me off balance to where I catch myself on my right foreleg.

It screams at me, ripping out another yowl. My ears pin back as I hop a few times, aiming towards a rocky outcropping, some of the lower rocks are low enough that I should be able to shimmy under them.

Just as I'm about to dive under, sharp pains go through my tail as it's grabbed, yanked, and pulled back. Right leg once again touches down to grip at the ground, my anger has me spinning around and going for his face again.

I catch his lip between my teeth, pulling my body in close to kick at his exposed throat. Nicolaus roars at me again. By this time you'd think he'd catch a hint, but this dude is more stubborn than anyone else I know.

Right leg tucked close to my chest, the other grips onto his neck while back legs awkwardly kick at him from below. Think I'm doing more damage to his lip though. Dropping his head down and twisting, my head ends up in his mouth.

Knowing the crushing power of feline jaws combined with Vampire, I let go instantly. My right shoulder and ankle still protest all movement while his blood coats my tongue, but it isn't very satisfying.

My legs stop their constant kicking, just thrusting out a few more times halfheartedly, having already lost my hold on his shoulder when he twisted. Cougar growls echo in my head as his long teeth are on either side of my face. With a steady clenching till I go limp, my anger tries to stay strong, but with the pain and exhaustion from my sister's craziness, I can't do much more. Large teeth stay where they are as he waits for me to go at him again. I really want to, but my body has had enough.

I let out a soft mewl, telling him I concede. For now. He doesn't let go right away, and when he does, it's very slowly. Could probably get a shot off to his eyes, but if I don't make contact quick and fast, I'm just in for more hurt. Already will be since it's not like I can get away with any amount of speed.

When Nicolaus does finally release me, I roll onto my belly and attempt to crawl under the rock that's jutting out just ahead. His growl doesn't stop me, but his moving and sitting in front of me does. Being face to face with his groin is so not an improvement.

Pushing to move away, a heavy paw lands on my back. The pressure from it throbs up my lame leg, bringing another yowl from me. He pulls it back, but still nudges me away from the safety of the rocks.

Dammit.