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Rhiannon Jaxyn Montgomery (

Adrenaline pumped through her vampire body, blood and mana rushed far more quickly than it ever had before. Having had the sight before her transformation, the shift to vampire sight hadn't been as traumatic as it might have been for another human. But the other senses she had no control over. Reflexes and karate skills kicking in, she rolled over on her shoulder and flipped into a crouching position. "I stand corrected, Justice League," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "She bumped into me."

Not that she'd actually choose to suck on someone. Her priority, though, was the cuffs in his hand and not the girl. "You come near me with those things and I will kick your ass." But it wasn't because they were made of iron...Her healing abilities had fixed some of the scarring around her wrists until they were but faint, white, rings from the last time she had been chained. And she would sooner die before she let that happen again. Unfortunately, Rhiannon had little in the way of weapons other than her teeth and her strength - a strength that she hadn't even begun to master (she'd broken the shopping cart at the art supply store)!

Rising, but keeping her distance, she inched into a standing position in a motion that was almost leisurely, despite the gun pointed at her. Flattening out her dress, she scowled when she realized how bunched up it had gotten. He better not have seen her scars. Asshole. "I just ate. You're ruder than Papa Scowlypants," she grumbled, eyeing him with her best version of a death glare. "So seeing as you just scattered my markers all over the damn place, how about you drop the fucking gun, pick them up like a gentleman is supposed to, and back the fuck off. Okay? If not, the pick your poison: Do you want me to She-Hulk or Pink Ranger your ass?" Now that the cancer has been removed from her bloodstream, she felt nearly unstoppable.

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