A poisonous rumble escaped the male when he hit the desk and she slipped out of his reach. Claws drew lines in the wood, and as he climbed over the small table, he kicked the candle away. He had hoped it could dance along further and grow while feeding on the literature, but instead of creating a fire the small flame was extinguished. Now she was trapped in Haku’s realm. It was all too easy to find her. All he had to do was to follow the soft sound of her rumbling throat. While they were both of the same species with such similar strengths and weaknesses, her eye sight was still weakened by the time spent in the candlelight. He would exploit this little weakness of hers. The man allowed his sharp claws to click against the dusted floor as he came closer. Between two of what seemed to be the endless shelves the man found her. There was given no time for thought, as this all was happening very fast. The monster quickly grabbed hold of a few books and threw them with great face aiming for her face.
She seemed unprepared, but managed to throw her arms up in front of her face before the books struck. It was a loss either way. He was close up to her now grabbing her wrists and brutally pushing her backwards and down on the cold floor. It was almost pathetic how easy it was this time compared to last where his immortality had been proven to be true. Now she was under him and he was on top of her. He did not fear her angry jaws, because he had two sets of thumbs resting against her delicate wrists ready to slice them open and sentence her to death. Well, she was going to go down back to hell anyway. This was why he was here, to finish what he had started. His jaws parted and sought for her throat and found it easily now when he already had her in his power. He would tear off her head and give it to Gabriel. How much fun that would be! Still, Haku was oblivious of who this woman was and did not know about the family ties between the Aquila and the scarred woman.
His breath was damp and warm against the delicate skin on her throat. This was it. His teeth pressed harder against that thin layer of skin with such beautiful pulsing blood running immediately under it. Then there seemed to be hesitation. As much as the man loved to dive into his cruelty he was not certain if this would be a right choice to make. The darkness had stripped the world of colours, but he could feel her warmth and smell her scent untainted by blood for now. He had judged her worthy, hadn’t he? He wanted to laugh out loud, let the world know about his insanity, but he stayed silent for now, a quiet growl slowly blooming in the depths of his throat.