Raylin Chike

That single syllable is shouted and it is not lost on Ray's ears as she all but hyperventilates and she tears up the sand and onto the pavement. Fear suppresses all other feelings in that moment, the stinging of her leg, the exhaustion in her legs, the pulled hamstring, she feels nothing more than the overwhelming sense of fear and adrenaline that courses through her body as she grapples with her bag to withdraw that sleek pistol. She's far too worked up to notice that she had turned the safety on not off as her shaking hands point it at Colt. In a blink of an eye he's in front of her, the woman blinking sweat out of her eyes as she takes deep gasping breaths. He doesn't look at her first, not really, his gaze traveling downward to that stream of blood that soaks through her pants. Honestly, she had forgotten about it already and yet, Colt had not.

She doesn't take her eyes off of him as she demands he doesn't come any closer. Of course, the vampire doesn't listen, that mismatched gaze flicking up to meet her wide and terrified eyes. That smile that stretches across his lips leaves a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, she felt as if she were going to hurl. The man was truly a monster... a sociopath turned vampire. He had an eternity to hone his craft which in turn, would only make him worse. There was no helping or even fixing someone like this. Her hands shake wildly as she attempts to steady the gun and when he announces she wouldn't shoot her and begins to move forward - she pulls the trigger only to find that it was locked. A frustrated scream threatens to tear out of her throat and yet, a whimper escapes as he prowls closer, her chocolate gaze locked on him, frozen in that moment. All she needed to do was flip that switch, and she could shoot him.

It was impossible, the woman locked into place, fear overriding her as Colt stalks closer, each step so purposeful. Run! It was a chant that echoes in her mind though her feet feel glued to the pavement, her body shaking with trepidation. With one blink he's gone, only to appear behind her. It's the sudden movement that snaps her out of the trance, her head snapping around. It hardly does much of a difference as Colt suddenly grabs her and pulls her against him. A lovers' embrace if there ever was one though she didn't think her lover would be trying to tear her throat out. Her body stiffens as she's pressed against his cold hard body, his cool breath tingling on her neck as her freezing. This... was the exact position she did not want to be in. He was far stronger and quicker than her human body, if she struggled... it would take only a millisecond for him to sink his teeth into the side of her neck.

His lips brush the side of her neck gently, her body shivering from the contact as fear spikes through her. She feels disgusted by his touch as his other hand comes to caress her hand holding the gun. Raylin's eyes dart to his fingers as they wrap around her slender hand, only to reach up and flick the safety off. He states exactly what she already knows, the woman wanting to scream and rage at him and yet, she doesn't, her fear far too potent to do anything foolish. Though, there was a sudden understanding that she was about to die and if not right away, then by the end of this night she would be dead. Ray doesn't have a moment to reply even if she wanted to as Colt sinks her fangs into her shoulder. Holy hell. She was on fire. No, her skin was being shredded. Her brain could not wrap around the intense pain that floods her body, her head tilting back into the hollow of his shoulder. You know that pain you feel when it's so terrible you can't make a sound? That's where Raylin is at, her lips parting as she leans into him, almost as if she were returning that lovers embrace.

A strangled whimper escapes her lips even as a desperate scream is boiling inside her, she simply couldn't let it out. She wasn't sure if it was her subconscious or if it was pure luck on her side as her finger tightens around the trigger, thanks to Colt the safety had been turned off. A shot reverberates the air, her ears ringing wildly. Her gun happened to be pointed at the vampire's foot, though she's unaware she had even connected with his body. Arms loosen around her waist as she falls to the ground, her shoulder a bloody mess as rivulets of blood pour from the open wound. She's in shock for the moment, the woman scrambling away weakly, gun still in her hand as she turns around to face the man. She needed to do something or this nightmare wouldn't end. Lifting the gun with her ruined shoulder, a scream escapes her lips, of pain, of rage, as she points the gun in his direction and fires. She wasn't aiming, not really and if Darcy didn't move fast enough, that bullet would tear through his shoulder. It was perhaps, an eye for an eye moment. Raylin only returning the favor of a ruined shoulder.