the Welshman

Welsh swats her bum and hides

Batty jumps and turns..landing in a squatting position and looking around at the stillness

Welsh crawls from one tree to another, silently moving through the branches above her

Batty grabs some pebbles from the ground and stands up. She throws the rocks into the darkness, hoping to hit whatever hit her

Welsh drops like a panther into the wooded stillness now at her back, stalking close... Pounces on her shoulder, pinning her chest to the earth

Batty expels an 'oomph', causing dirt to rise around her face. She tries to push herself up but can't extend her arms

Welsh flips over the fallen prey, looking at her eyes and letting her try making out his shape in the moonless darkness. His hands on her shoulders, he lowers his face to take in the scent of her perspiration

Batty squints. She extends her neck not realizing how close to this creature she is.

Welsh feels her face brush against his as she lifts her head into the dark, her lips touching the corner of his mouth before she pulls back in fear

Batty's breathing quickens. She flicks her head...hair once in her face now haphazardly hanging on her shoulder and draped on her ear. But then something catches her attention...a smell or sound and it brings back a distant memory. Her eye twitches. In one swoop she opens her mouth and sinks her teeth around the tip of the nose in front of her

Welsh: AAagh!

Welsh shakes the shoulders of his captive violently, dashing her head against the earth just hard enough to dislodge her bite. His grips her hair with one fist and holds her immobile as his own teeth find their target...

Batty holds her head still; she watches the figure precise movements. Her lips tightly pursed and cheeks caked with mud. She tries to free her hands and still cannot which only adds to her anger.

Welsh lowers his mouth to the dirty throat, his teeth pressing into the skin slowly until her taste washes over him... the flesh is sweet and young, his instincts muddied and torn between two paths

Batty gasps...which grows into angry panting. Her body stiffens. Her fingers dig deep into her skin and the ground. She goes from feeling exhausted to having a burst of energy, and that cycle repeats...

Welsh senses her fear and decides the blood is much too warm for drinking and her mind much too uneasy for mating. Pulling his body from hers, he leaps into the treetops, licking his lips as he darts away into the night.

Batty pushes herself up and sits back on her haunches. A shaky hand rubs her neck...the muscles already bruised. She looks around....the scent of the being still lingering. And she still feels she knows it from somewhere. She spits into the darkness, trying to clear the dirt from her mouth. And as it starts to rain she lays down trying to remember before it all..goes away..