Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
The screaming got through to the beast. There is something about a creature's last wail, the kind of desperate noise that is a last, desperate avoidance of death, that gets through to all animals, even one so mixed and befuddled as this one. Nothing was supposed to be afraid for its life in his territory. His walls were supposed to be an island apart. Brushing past the ice queen, an obstacle in his path as much as he was an obstacle in hers, he blinked and brought his head up, staring forward into the darkness, shaggy mane nearly hiding the ears that laid back flat against the piercing caterwauling of both women.
It wasn't his name that got through. He'd lost that a years ago, in the first few years of his imprisonment. No, it was the stench of fear that hit him hardest, the smell that mixed with something soft and female and floral. The blue eyes went wide, and the beast didn't bother with another roar of outrage. Eight hundred pounds of rage in a sleek gold-brown blur went past Rosalie, and the beast leapt forward to sink eight claws into Vlad's back and, given the opportunity, a serious amount of teeth into the back of his neck, with the unquestionable intent to sever his spine entirely.