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Scarlet let the chains fall over her shoulders as she hooked one long, white leg around his hips to pull him as close as absolutely possible. She kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She pushed him down onto the rough cabin floor and stretched out on top of him.

"Ready, lover?" she whispered into his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe.

Scarlet bit his ear, her fang piercing it and drawing a few drops of delicious blood. Then she ravaged him, as only a wonton undead woman can. Foreplay and role play, positions and poses, domination and submission, all of it blurred into shadowed motions in the cabin. Time lost meaning as they traded dark fetishes, rough love-play, and tender caresses. It could have been hours or even days later, when they finally collapsed, sated, in a pile of limbs and chains sticky and bloody with the evidence of their activities.

"Well," Scarlet purred, her voice hardly above a whisper. "That was fun."

((Sorry it took so long; RL threw me a curve and I got a new job. I've been so busy that I'm not sure where the last two weeks disappeared to. Or was it 3?))

"I am a bit peckish," Scarlet admitted. Then she added coyly, "But we need to find some clothes before we venture into civilization. We destroyed ours during that one thing."

"What are you insinuating?" Scarlet said, her voice dripping with irony. She stood up and also stretched, popping her spine and major joints. "I could do with some old fashioned O positive. I think I smelled a meth lab not to far from where we dropped in. The world won't miss a few scum suckers, and it will give me the strength I need to get back home."

"That boy needs some training," she muttered to herself. With a deep breath, she dropped the temperature of the room and her skin, freezing every drop and smear on her body. Then she brushed it off like red snow, leaving her skin as white as usual. She gathered up the chains and wrapped them around her body in a way that almost covered her like clothes--well, more like a grass skirt and coconuts covered a hula dancer, but hers were made out of links of durable metal. No sense in wasting them, after all.

She found a piece of paper and left the phone number to her lawyer on it, just to be polite to whoever the owner of the cabin was. It would cost a pittance to clean the place up--or even buy it outright--and she was genuinely grateful for the use she'd gotten out of it.

Finally she left. She sprinted through the forest and found the meth lab she'd detected earlier. Scrawny addicts were in the middle of making a batch when she lured them out in her most seductive voice. She drained them without remorse, leaving them barely alive on the edge of the clearing. Then she turned up the pressure on the gas, and as she was walking back into the forest, the whole lab blew sky high.

Scarlet followed the sounds of carnage, a cold scowl etched into her expression. She came upon Vincent and the other Vampires, standing in a clearing full of werewolf pieces and splattered with blood. A chain skirt and bra were not what she usually wore for formal greetings, but there wasn't much she could do.

"Darling!" she called to Vincent as she stepped from the shadows between the trees. "Do introduce me to your new friends."

"Cute," Scarlet murmured to him low enough that the other vampires couldn't hear. "Considering how much we've ridden each other lately."

She smiled and the vampires and put her hands on her hips. She could see the way they regarded her unusual dress and it made her unusually self-conscious.

"Forgive my attire, we're not local," she said softly, fluttering her eyelashes. "We'll be on our way as soon as..." she tilted her head, "...I find out what that noise is."

She turned her back on the vampires and plunged into the forest, in the direction the werewolves had come from. She could hear a soft whimpering, and was curious what was causing it. Just within sight of the massacre, but out of sight of the vampires, a lone pup huddled in a hollow log. It was maybe 6 months old, which would mean that the child-form would be about 5 years old. Old enough to get into trouble, but not old enough to get out again.

Scarlet held her hand out to it. At first it was afraid--she smelled strange, after all--but with a little coaxing, she pulled it out and cuddled it in her arms. It was a boy, dark charcoal in color, with golden eyes. He seemed healthy enough, but understandably scared.

"Now what am I to do with a cute little mutt like you?" she asked both the puppy and herself.