Raylin Chike

It isn't that Raylin is naive... perhaps a touch, yet, the woman hardly thought of Colt as dangerous. He truly seemed like a sweet southern boy! If she had listened to Tim she might not of found herself in such an interesting predicament. Still, she doesn't sense anything off, even when Colt wraps her into, what she thought was a lovers embrace, dragging her body against his. Startled, she hardly fights him in those brief moments, stunned at how aggressive he had become. Eventually, her body relaxes in his hold, Colt brushing her hair out of the way and forcing her to tilt her head to the side. He was... determined it seemed and Raylin wasn't about to disappoint him. It wouldn't be the first time she had been fed off and she certainly imagined it wouldn't be the last, she just always got something out of the whole deal. Which, she had no qualms telling Colt as a moan slips out of her lips at the brush of his tongue against her neck.

Colt pauses his administrations and she is ready to complain, to urge him to keep going but it gets stuck in her throat as she tried to turn in his arms, to look up at him, to do something. She was hardly one of those girls that liked to be taken advantage of, she readily enjoyed administrating pleasure to others just as much as receiving it! Yet, Colt wouldn't let her turn in his arms, they were like iron bands that so wrapped against her body and she knew it was hopeless trying to struggle against a vampire with inhuman strength. Ray is nearly ready to beg him and yet, she starts in his arms as Tim's voice comes shouting down the road, a sort of fury rolling through her. For fuck's sake, Tim, you've never cared before! was her angered thought as she tosses a glare down at her friend's shadow down the way. She's nearly ready to shout at him and then Colt's hiss so announces its way through his throat, Raylin stilling for a moment. She had known vampire's to become territorial with their food and their lovers it wasn't a new sound to her ears but it did make her pause. She didn't take Colt for an aggressive type and yet... he was entirely aggressive in his movements with her over the last few minutes.

It's only then that Ray twists slightly to glance up at Colt and there was nothing left of that charming boy she had met in the bar he was... all predator now. And there it was, that spike of fear that shoots down her spine as she immediately tries to squash it. There was one thing that vampires, specifically sadistic ones, adored more than blood and it was the chase, to terrorize their prey before they finished them off. She wasn't dumb, Ray knew she couldn't keep her scent entirely away from Colt as she stares at him, telling him that she should return to Tim in the most even voice she can manage. Heart thundering, she has no doubt the vampire can hear it as his grip begins to lessen around her waist. She doesn't move away from him, instead Colt turns to her and places an almost gentle kiss on her hand, his lips no longer feeling good in any sense as he speaks, Raylin merely nodding mutely at him then. Her dark eyes don't have time to follow the pivot of Colt as he is somehow in front of Tim now between one blink and the next and Tim was dangling from his shirt in the air. Raylin takes a step forward, as if she could somehow prevent the inevitable, Colt's words washing over her ears.

It's then that Colt's fangs are buried in Tim's throat, no chance for a response as the vampire simply rips out his throat like it was nothing. Raylin drops to her knees, utter shock replacing her fear as a gurgled cry escapes her lips. She should look away and yet she couldn't. The woman's attention was entirely on Colt bleeding Tim out and somewhere in her heart she knew the man was dead, no way would he be able to survive something like that. Numbness spreads through her, her soft pink hair blowing around her in the breeze as she stares at Colt's bloodied body, the vampire seemingly to not care about her anymore. As if she were on autopilot, Raylin gets to her feet and stumbles towards the Tim and Colt, hardly caring about her own safety. She stops a few feet away, eyes wide as she witnesses the carnage and that's when her own fury rises. Anger was better than fear and if she were going to die tonight she wasn't about to go out without a fight, even if her weak human body could do nothing against him, "Why?" She demands, her voice surprisingly strong and very, very angry.

"We could have worked out an arrangement, why did you kill him?" She questions him again, her hands fisted to her sides, that fear long gone. She would not fear this vampire, even if she were moments away from her death, "He... he was just looking out for me."