Instant Attraction.....Physical Reaction [Heath]

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Midnight. The cemetery was dead, no pun intended, no sound, no movement, nothing other than the blonde woman stepping cautiously through the darkness that shrouded the resting place of the dead. Diana Walker, sweeped her dirty blonde locks behind her shoulder, her eyes searching into her pitch black surroundings.

She'd spent the evening with some girlfriends, and refused to spend the night on her couch, insisiting she could walk home safe and sound. She knew that she'd be safe, she hadn't bargained on being freaked out. If there had been sound she'd have been slightly relieved, but the complete silence, made it much more frightening.

Diana had always liked cemeteries when she was younger, not that she was completely morbid. But when she was younger and lived in New York, she would spend her afternoons in the cemetery near her home. Pure peace and quiet were the comforts she'd desired when escaping her jerk father. But now she hated the silence of these places. And knowing the things she now knew, what could be lurking out there terrified her.

[reid]

His bare back was resting against the cold stone of the gave beneath him. His shirt was folded and acting as a pillow. One hand was touching his chest the other he used to hold the cigarette to his lips. He opened his eyes and looked up at the moon that hung right above him, then he lifted the spliff and exhaled, allowing that feeling of calming relaxation to filter through his body. He wished it was a full moon out...then he'd have no need for an excuse to change, but he could do that just as easily right now, but where's the fun in that...where's the blood-driven instincts that flooded him...where was that scent coming from?

He sat up quickly and sniffed the air. Someone was in the cemetery, the very one he claimed as his nightly feeding ground. He had his fill already but what was another snack, and he felt he would feed on this one longer than the last because this one...this one smelled intoxicating. A female. Possibly a woman, more than likely a young woman who was too careless at this time of night. He shifted around then hopped off the grave, leaving his shirt behind and took to the quiet cemetery, his bare feet making hardly a sound as he walked. He was getting slower to her because he could smell the traces of her perfume...didn't smell bad either, though it wouldn't have been his choice for her. Just looking at her from the darkness he could see she deserved to wear something more serene and such...but he was a guy, what would he know...he just wanted to eat.

In two seconds he had a strong around around her waist and he other gripping her neck from the front. His body was pressed against hers, his bare chest moving up and down as he buried his face in her sweet scented blond hair...humans never know how beautiful they truly smell...almost irresistible. "Don't be scared..." He said as he pulled her closer, tightening his grip. "I just want a taste...and maybe a bite or two." He smirked as he took another whiff of her. This was going to be good.

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Diana continued through the surrounding darkness, trying to think of anything but the fear inducing silence, knowing the possible creatures that prowled in darkness. She had only recently discovered the darkness that came with being a witch, having only discovered her magical heritage three years ago. Yet she was still expeienced enough to defend herself if needed be. Although she hoped she would never need to. Only see the goodness in the world, that's what she'd always told herself. For a passing moment Donna had felt a presence closing in. She wondered wether this was her telepathy tapping into a nearby being, but as fear gripped her she ignored this thought and quickened her steps. But she was not fast enough for the terror that consumed her.

In one moment. Muscled arms encased her, wrapping around her waist and clutching her neck, with a ferocious grip. Oxygen failing to reach her lungs as she felt her eyes droop. The torso of her attacker rubbing against her as his face melted into her hair. She could feel nothing but fear, and this was slowly but surely slipping away as she felt herself strangled by his grip. She could only muster enough fear for one attack. One chance.

She struggled widely, shifting her body to get a clear shot. Her elbow thrusting backward to connect with the man's groin. The male form's greatest weak point. Taking the attacker's one moment of shock, a forcefield projected against him, or it. The force likely to propel him backwards as she fll to the ground, crawling away, she pulled herself up and turned to face her attacker. The fight or flight principle. Why couldn't she be the weakling. The one who runs. No. She would stand defiant.

[reid]

He snarled then literally growled when he felt that unwelcome sensation from her assault. He released her to cup and squeeze his nuts to try and stop that pain but he didn't have enough time to do anything because something struck him and hard. It just slammed into his whole body and tossed him to the ground. He laid there silent, not breathing, not doing anything...then he caught his breathe and coughed till his breathing was regular again. What the f.ck was that? He sat up, leaning against his elbows as he looked at the seemingly innocent girl who stood there, poised and read to take him on and he couldn't help but forget what just happened as a smile crept across his face. He loved it when his food fought back...made each bite so much better. He'd probably keep her alive through it all seeing as she wanted to live so much.

Heath got up his feet with supreme agility. He brushed off his bare chest, slapped his abs and looked at her with a longing in his eyes...he was getting hungrier now. He took a step, then another, approaching her steadily then in a blink he was off the ground and through the air, his fingers curled, his teeth gritted and his nostrils flared as he breathed with excitement. Crunch. That's the sound he heard then he collided into something just feet from her. A sound that was so sickening that it made him squint and push up his nose and looking at the dislocation didn't really help with that bit. He sat on the floor and tried to raise his arm but he couldn't even twitch it without snarling in pain. He shot a disgusted look at the girl then he used his free hand to crawl away, getting as far as he could manage which turned out to be twenty or so feet when his back hit the back of a tree. "Bitch." He hissed through his teeth as he looked at his shoulder.