She lived for that little tremble. Something very deep and primal within her grew extremely pleased. As he took off, she spoke after him, "Run, run, run." She was off like a flash. The cover of night was good. The streets were quite empty. This felt wonderful.
She was on him in a matter of minutes. There was a flash as diamond claws reflected in a streetlight. She slashed his cheek. The cut was deep and blood flowed. The scent filled her nostrils. Jonas struggled, but Rose was surprisingly strong for a woman of her stature. All the while, she giggled.