No black magic can't control me
And no curse can let you own me

'Fine' he said... when there was nothing about this that seemed fine, the woman rolling her eyes at the suggestion getting into car crash was.. fine. She didn't know him, hardly trusted in his driving prowess to know she wasn't going to die in some fiery crash. The blazing speeds that she was certain that if they were a cartoon, there would be fire streak written on the ground as they raced against the rising moon itself. The raven-haired woman could not help but roll her vibrant eyes as she still clung to that holy shit handle until her knuckles turned white, the added adrenaline only increasing an agitation to the feline dwelling beneath her skin. Such an odd feeling, to feel like your hosting a vicious predator within your very human, body. A cage that hardly meant to be a cage for a creature that was meant to be wild and free than inside of a human. The raven-haired woman hardly had come to terms with what she had become since that night when Tetradore infected her. Her eyes widened as they pulled off the highway with excessive speed, her stomach dropping to her feet. It was a lovely car, but she could hardly appreciate it after being forced inside of it in the presence of yet another tormentor. Another fucking cage... that's all it was, more shackles that she hardly wanted. But for now, all Harley wanted was to get out of this car in one piece.

It was almost a relief to all but slide out of the vehicle, and into the abandoned parking lot. It was the perfect place to get murdered, the perfect place to hide a body or... oh that did not feel good. Not at all, the feline within her seemed to be far more agitated within its human host, goosebumps prickled across her flesh which had nothing to do with the cool evening. That rising full blood moon ever an ominous mocking force that stared down at her like a disappointed parent and yet there was a wild magic that seemed to emanate from its glowering stare. to that very moon. It seemed to slither... through her, feeling utterly strange... wrong even. For now, Harley fell silent, lost to that assault, that rapid change within her made her feel unwell. Yet while the world seemed fuzzy, there were parts that felt sharper, like her sense of smell and her hearing all crumpling down around her. She gripped at her stomach as they walked further down that narrowing path.. those footsteps echoing with in her mind.

This felt wrong.. all of it. Tetradore, the moon, this feeling, this ache in her chest. Harley's vibrant violet eyes seem to dart from each dark corner that surrounded her like a frightened animal, every unknown sound had left the woman on edge. She wanted out of here, she wanted familiarity. She wanted to be far away from him, from herself, from her life that has so drastically shifted so quickly. How utterly blissfully calm Tetradore seemed to appear, must be nice.. How could he be so aloof to all she was feeling, to the hell-storm that was raging inside of her veins, her bones near thrumming with promise of that change. But she hardly knew who to fight, where to blast all that unchecked energy. Fear... she could hardly deny its existence now. Tetradore so easily began to remove that shirt from his chiseled body. The man was ripped. For as much as she despised all he had done, one had to be blind not to see that. But even his eye candy of a body was not enough to forgive him of his crimes in her eyes. That question had been one asked in earnest, his words sliced through the darkened silence, almost out of place. She didn't want this, she didn't want this to ever feel natural, to become apart of who she was attached to her very essence. She turned her gaze upward to the vivid sphere of that moon that rose higher and higher as it peered down upon all those it seemed to rule down over.

Then a rather curious question seemed to needle her way into her mind.. silly as it may have sounded but perhaps it could have, given her some redeeming factors at sharing your body with cat in exchange for having the abs of a goddess. Perhaps she could find some redeeming factors in the total assault of her body. Although Tetradore's lifeless response was nothing more than a wrecking ball to that silver lining she so searched for, prompting nothing more than a disappointed grumble. Of course, nothing good would become of becoming one with the animal. Not only did she lose her free will to a vampire, and her minions, she lost a piece of herself.

Something close to dread came in like a storm, what if she could fight this. Put this off... so she could grasp her head around this concept. More time, is all she needed. She began to hug herself, her slender hands running along the smooth surface of her skin... It felt like she had a fever, her skin hurting at the sensation of her own touch.

Then out of nowhere, it felt like someone stabbed her in the stomach, the sound nearly ripping a cry from her lips, her panicked ramblings silenced before they could be uttered into existence.

It was Tetradore's voice that chimed in over the roaring assault in her mind and body. Shut up she growled in her mind. Shut up and get the fuck away.. She wanted to be alone... she wanted peace, solitude and for this to stop. Harley didn't want to be anywhere near the man. She was so distracted from the stabbing pain of something trying to claw out of her that she didn't see that shooting hand reach for her own hand, prying her fingers away from her useless grasping. For but a briefest of moment, that pain had ceased, retreated but she knew better to not believe it to be gone.

The next thing she knew was that she was somehow, within his arms, nestled against his warm body. There was no part in her that relished in the contact, instead setting fire to a rage. A rage of being forced into his touch. It was like a lovers' hold, but it was nowhere close to it. It was restricting, domineering as he so manipulated her. She hated how small and unable she was to fight against that hold. "Get the fuck off of me, Tetradore." She hissed, trying to jerk away from him, his touch, his everything. Nothing budged, not even a fragment of an inch. She felt nothing more than a goddamn ragdoll in his arms. While his actions didn't hurt, it rose something with in her.. that surged through her veins, her body and her mind all at once.

A feral thought occurred to her, that desire to slice at him with her claws all the more potent. Wait, she didn't have claws.. at least not yet. In an instant her shirt was all but yanked from off her feminine physique. He was picking at her clothes like a fucking vulture at a carcass. She tried to turn within his arms, to break the hold, her nails trying to seek out that caramel flesh of his strong arms that secured her still. Next thing she knew, she was entirely topless. Her breasts bare to the world. A growl escaping her, a vague sound that resembled something animal and human. She tried to pry his hands off, tried slamming into him. She met nothing more than bare flesh, doing little more than being a nuisance. "What the fuck are you doing?" She demanded, hoping to deter him from his assault and yet it hardly worked. She felt violated, like she was fighting for her life and losing.

Next thing she knew was he was going for her pants. He was going to rape her, that's what this felt like, being stripped this way.. It made her think of him. Like fucking hell she was going to let that happen and yet that sickening feeling made her feel otherwise.... Did she have a choice? All she needed to do was run. Break free. No, she didn't want to run, she wanted to fight. Too many times had she run, she was sick of it. He told her to step, no commanded her, his body crouched at her feet as he peeled off the last of her clothes, her jeans and underwear sliding down her legs to the floor. That last of her exposed to the moon that seemed to peer down at her, judging with its vivid glowing stare.

"I should have shot you." She spat, as she surprised kicked him hard, hoping to knock him off his feet, putting distance between him and her. She suddenly didn't fucking care what promises she made, she was going to kill him. She had no solid way how... but she felt it in the marrow of her bones. She retreated only so much as to feel a semblance of safety, even though she felt entirely violated and exposed. As much as she yearned to hide herself away from him, she instinctually did not offer him her back, whirling wildly to face him murder and accusation in her eyes. He removed the last of his own clothing. The pair near facing off wildly. She hated her petite body was exposed for his scrutiny, not by her own choice.

But for some reason she seemed unable to run, unable to escape him. He told her to stand before him, and it was like something baser, instinctual forced her there. She wanted to fight it, tried to with every ounce that she could.. She wanted space from him and it would appear she would get none of it. Their eyes locked, those cursed eyes that had made her nothing but a puppet to his whims. That hatred burned within her so fiercely it nearly had her shaking. Take a deep breath he demanded. Every bit of her screamed against it.. to disobey him... but that sway was impossible to ignore and she couldn't hold her breath forever. Even though she fought it, she felt compelled to listen, to obey. No. She fisted her hands, not caring that her nails dug into her palms, almost to the point that blood threated to spill from those crescent gouges. She shook her head defiantly, threating to hold her breath, but that was when that piercing pain ricocheted throughout her entire body. This time, it was surge that did not relent. unwillingly she gasped and fell to the floor, landing hard upon her hands and knees with a thud, uncaring that her knees scraped against the stone, that her nails broke as she embedded fingers into the ground. She forced her gaze upward, naked and vulnerable, wearing nothing more than her defiance. Heaving out sharp panting breaths, her fingers soon curled into the ground before she released a soundless scream as she threw her back. Bone by bone breaking beneath her skin at once. That cat all but violently pulled to the surface and yet one thing she was so certain of was that it longed to be free.

It burst from its cocoon with a vengeance, her once pale human flesh melting into satin lush obsidian fur. Her vocal chords grated together to release a foreign sound, distant cry that had come from.. her. It was so far from human, her hands turning into paws and sharp talons. It felt like the transformation that only took mere moments, took an eternity ... the limits of her own body and everything she knew entirely obliterated and there wasn't a single thing she could do about it. At least until all trace of a woman was left to a panting solid black jaguar.

Her teeth bared, a hiss leaving her lips as she remained low to the ground unsure how to maneuver this body. Until it clicked, at least, something did so she could at least rise to her paws.. the world was a disorienting muddle, but somehow far more vivid than ever before. This perspective on the world was entirely different than anything she knew. What happened to her legs? She knew innately... and some distant part of her knew they would return eventually.. but.. Oh god, she already missed them... she loved her two legs.. not these things that left her so close to the ground. Next, Harley tried to speak.. but all that came out was a strange whine. Her tail.... that agitated snake thing lashing out behind her couldn't quite still. The world slowly began to come into focus, little bit by little bit. She kneaded the softened ground.. the pads of her.... Paws feeling the ground. Her feline vibrant purple eyes landed upon him.

She was fuming angry and the feline had the entirety of its outrage focused upon Tetradore himself. He was no alpha to her. Her lips peeled back, nose wrinkling in the beginning of a snarl, the she-panther fresh out of her old skin and was all teeth and claws. Ears flattened flat against her skull. Ready to attack him in any form, human or beast, it hardly mattered to her when all she saw was crimson. That moment chosen to launch at him with every ounce of strength that she could muster.. with every intention to bite.. wherever she could get a good grip on.