Frost suddenly lunged out of a dark nook in the wall, dragging Megan Baxter behind her, one hand clamped over her mouth so tightly she wasn't even able to bite. The tall watcher dwarfed the vampire by a good foot, maybe even a smidgen more, but Frost bent her backwards and forced her to the ground. "A curl in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good..." she stroked a nail down the woman's face, which was rapidly becoming wet with tears. You didn't go up against Frost and survive when you had nothing helping you. "And when she was bad, she was horrid."
Punching through Miss Baxter's chest cavity, Frost grabbed the still beating heart, letting Megan get out one good scream of agony and terror. It was a quick yank from there, and she was very much dead.
Frost started to laugh. That burbling, insane laugh that sounded like a hyena. It echoed and twisted and seemed to come from all sorts of directions at once. And abruptly she stopped, to feed. Tearing off delicate tendons with her fangs, and sipping gently from the major blood vessals.
While he was too late to save Megan... maybe David could make sure he saved the others. With a long, loud, animal roar, he sped past on his cycle, literally leaping off of it to tackle Frost, changing in mid-leap to his huge, half-man/half-wolf form.
It would've been more awkward if she'd been a breather, because she was pretty sure a chunk of human heart was now lodged firmly in her throat. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't fight back. She was a goddamn vampire, not a pansy. She whacked him viciously across the face, nails raking through skin.
Snarling, he felt the nails rip through his skin, and fought back the pain to grab her by the throat, throwing her into a nearby wall, crouching down in a pouncing position.
Theeere it was. When you couldn't choke, you had all the time in the world to bring up a chunk of flesh. And the grabbing and throwing helped too. She crouched, holding the muscle tissue in her mouth until he got near, and spat the gory thing into his eyes, rolling out of the way.