Buffy the Blood Donor [Maggie; other vamps?]

[visceral]

Vision did a very unwolfish thing. He took one step forward and allowed his smaller pack mate to plow into his hindquarters. Then, he rolled with the weight of his companion. All it took were deliberate steps, keeping his head immobile, and faced toward the threat, he slowed the pup's flight, and at the same time turned his body the opposite way, keeping his feet, and making sure that Emile did not crash into something harder than his own body. Then he stepped from the smaller wolf, and snarled at the corpse who was now holding the male biped.

Bluffing a wolf never worked. More so on the full moon. He did not know this person, and in all actuality, did not care that much for his life at the moment. It was the Hunt that mattered to him. It would have been better for the girl to keep his pup instead of going for the biped. The thing was, if the biped died, it would clear the field for the vampire to die. If she bit him, He would be able to strike, with claw and tooth, he would have pieces of her strewn to the tops of the trees. He was prepared to leap if she killed him, to leap the body that he figured would be thrown at him, like Emile was.

His eye twiched, and Vision snapped at the mental intruder, the distraction. Not much got through to Visceral when Vision was in control, and even less when Visceral was in control and Vision was guarding their minds. The spirit wolf was always ready to attack someone who may reveal ther secret by delving into their minds. Vision was what kept the vampries out, and he could probably keep anyone else out as well.

Instead of heeding the warning of the vampire, and the male, he slowly advanced in tighter and tighter circles, speeding up when he was between them and the tree, and slowing when he was on the opposite side. he never allowed his muzzle to turn from the dead prey, the corpse as he circled. Then, He stopped when the duo was directly between him and the tree, and turned his entire body toward him, His snarl reverberating toward them, over then bouncing back, echoing from the tree as he stalked directly toward them now.

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile suddenly had the sensation of flying; the previous few seconds having been lost in the fury of that potential kill. His body impacted with that of Vis and they both rolled; the small wolf yelped from the impact but was quickly back on his paws, snarling utter fury - her attempt at shattering his leg had - thanks to the full moon - only dislocated it, and the pain was lost with the adrenaline and anger. The bite too was mostly fur, but he did bleed. To the wolf, that was a grievous insult; not only had the wounded him but sought to use him as a weapon.

He nuzzled Vis as he limped rather quickly past, unable to put much weight on his dislocated joint. It made movement awkward but there wasn't any pain. His anger was apparent; his jaw wrinkling a thousand times into a dangerous and angry snarl. He shook his head at the mental intrusion - any other time, perhaps if he had not been wounded, he'd have taken the words. Instead, they fell on deaf ears - not only was the Vampire close to their lands, but it sought to mock them by attempting to fight. Pathetic and foolish.

Now, he knew from where Vis was going where would be best for himself. He limped quickly into the bushes and settled behind the tree Vis was currently backing the prey up towards. If she turned to jump, injury or not, he'd pounce at her. He was utterly silent but for his breathing that was lost in the snarl that came from the Alpha - good, as she was now stuck between a rock and a hard place. If she turned to face one, the other would jump on her.

And this time, Emile wouldn't be so slow to react. He knew it was dangerous to push himself wounded, but the wolf didn't care. The wolf wanted her at least dead on the ground.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Maggie had once again managed to back herself up into a corner.This time it was literal. Her eyes widen slightly as her grip tighten around Buffy. At this point she was using him as a shield because at that moment she didn't know what she was going to do. She was fast but she could almost bet that the wolves would be just as fast. Another growl rumbled from her chest as she kept her eyes on Vis. She knew the youngest one was behind her but she knew that the bigger one would probably be more of the problem. "Tell your buddies that if they don't back away I will make sure they regret this moment." she said glaring at the huge wolf in front of her but speaking directly to Buffy. Maggie wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do, at this point she was all talk. "Shit..." she muttered under her breath as she backed into the trunk of the tree.

Maggie found herself debating how to escape this situation altogether. Buffy was still tightly in her grip and her feet hovered a few inches above the ground not knowing if flight would be the best bet. This wasn't good at all. "Please....Just back away and he doesn't get hurt." she growled again trying to disguise the fear that was in her voice. She was a fighter but she couldn't help but feel slightly outnumbered.

[BUFFY JUDAS DIOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c883401348327fd1f970c-800wi); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] TASTE ME, drink my soul “What are you gonna do if I don’t? Either way your caught.” Buffy told her with a small smirk on his face. His anger was still high but his fear was slowly getting lower. He hated being this close to her, he absolutely despised her and everything she stood for! In the back of his head, he cursed his disability. Why couldn’t I have a better power than mind reading?! He thought to himself. He went back to watching the wolves who were circling them. They really were werewolfs! They did just as he asked! It completely blew his mind to know that werewolves were real but he could freak out about that. He couldn’t help but think of so many questions to ask later on, or wonder if he would ever get to see them in their human form. It was all he could not to smile. He attempted to faux-struggle against her and get just a little closer to the tree. He wrapped the back of one leg behind her legs and used his other to kick off. He was still extremely flexible from the years of ballet and gymnastics. Like any gymnast or dancer, most of his strength was in his legs, excellent lower body strength. He was hoping his efforts would lead her to fall backwards, and allow him to roll out of her grasp before the wolves had a chance to attack. He could tell from the earlier experience that the bigger wolf didn’t much appreciate him invading his thoughts. He could feel it radiating from the larger one when he entered his mind. He didn’t read his mind but simply projected his words into the others mind but it still allowed access to let the big wolf into his. It was as though he had two entities inside of him. One was a hell of a lot more human than the other. The smaller wolf had the same entity but it didn’t seem as tamed as the latter. From this conclusion, he easily picked out that the bigger wolf was the Alpha. show me all the things I shouldn't know there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile studied the male for several long seconds. He wasn't prey, but he was interesting to the small Wolf. His presence was almost calming, but that didn't quite register to the wolfen side; only the vampire did. That blood sucking leech who deserved to die here in his jaws - Or his Alphas if that was the case. He wouldn't mind if Vis got the kill; this wasn't about glory as much as principle. The dead thing needed to learn not to come here and worse, hurt him.
The chance came in the form of the male knocking the female on her back. With a savage snarl he sprang from behind the tree despite his injuries and sprang towards her, paws kicking up the dirt. He still couldn't put weight on his hind leg but he wouldn't waste such a chance as this to get at her. He couldn't quite get to her throat - the male was in the way - so he went for the next best thing; her shoulder.

Wolf jaws where incredibly powerful; 500 pounds of bite force at the least - and those jaws clamped down on her left shoulder; teeth sawing through clothes and flesh, but that was just the least of her pain. As his jaws bit down harder they cracked and splintered her shoulder bone; dislocating it from its resting point and crushing into an unrecognizable mess. Her left arm would be rendered useless until it was healed; if she tried to move it, not only would she be unable but she'd probably pass out from the pain.

But Emile didn't let go. His jaws locked as his right eye flickered to her face and his jaws curled into a savage smile - he was holding her there for the few seconds Vis would need to get to her...

((I hope this is okay Maggie <3 River's charrie is coming to save you, but I thought you needed to have one battle wound If its not okay, just say!))

[visceral]

Vision leaped four seconds after Emile. He judged the distance, rate of fall, and calculated where her throat would be the second she would hit the ground, with Emi's teeth deep in her shoulder. He leaped but did not bite. It was more of a nuzzle than a strike, It was to make sure that her jaw would not be in the same situation as her neck would be. He wanted a tight grip, and for no way for her to be able to even move without damaging herself. Then his colossal jaws opened as he nuzzled in closer.

The tips of his teeth softly scraped the skin from the hollow of her throat to the base of her jaw, then beyond. He slowly closed his jaw a fraction, his eyeteeth closing under the nape of her neck. He pressed until the teeth he used to rip apart deer were dimpling her skin, then he stopped. Raising one paw her pressed it into the center of her chest, pressing down so that she did not inadvertently move and slice her own arteries open on the needlepoints that were his innermost teeth.

Visceral's long, black tongue lolled out along the dual ridges of his teeth and along the same path of her neck and his breath must have felt like a furnace along her neck, wreathing her head and shoulders and kicking up leaves and dust below. Now that his prey was caught, his attention flicked to Emi, his wounded submissive pup. It was but a mere thought but every ounce of command went into the concept. The concept was to get to the den, with the other male, and call their pack home, every one of them. It was not often that he used this degree of command. This one was one that should and could not be refused.

He needed Emi to do this. There were no ifs ands or butts to it. He needed his injured submissive, and the other to be away so he didn't have to kill the vampire under him. If they were away, then the only one he would have to worry about was himself. Then he could trust her if she submitted to his dominance in this situation. It was clear that he was the victor, there was no way around it as it stood right now. He'd be able to release her throat, instead of removing it, and the rest of her spine as well. He almost hoped she did not submit though, it might make this night a little less interesting. A vampire missing it's head, and the pack safely at the Den? that would be a good finish to this night instead of knowing that this one would be back, looking for him and his pack.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Nothing could describe the utter amounts of pain she was feeling at that moment. She could feel that the bone had crushed completely, her hand that was one grasping Buffy dangled for a split second before she hit the ground, closing her eyes as she heard more cracks. A loud cry erupted from her as tears began to rolls down her cheek. She was hurt, and it wasn't just any kind of wound either, it would take a little longer for the bones to heal because of the amount of pressure that her shoulder had been forced to go against. Her eyes opened only seconds before the bigger wolf made his move, pressing his razor sharp teeth against her skin as she gave a few gasps. His paw rested on her chest, pressing it down making sure she wouldn't be able to move. Her eyes looked into the creators almost pleading with him to stop before they darkened slightly and a stubborn growl sprung up for her chest.

She was in no place to continuing fighting. It was apparent that he had won but Maggie refused to back down. She would die fighting to keep her dignity. Her minutes on earth seemed up and she was completely clueless as to how to react to everything that had happened. The pain from her wounds continued to radiate out from her body as she felt the bones slowly growing back. The pain from that alone was enough to make her sick. "I hope you're happy..." she said with a grunt as she closed her eyes and gasps trying to focus on anything but the pain. "At least I will die knowing I didn't walk away from this fight like a coward." another cry escaped her as her muscles tensed. "This fight won't be over....even if you make sure I never walk the earth again." she spat.