Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

The growl that she held at the back of her throat, she let loose in a hair-raising snarl once their bodies meshed. With bared teeth, she snapped at any part of him within reach. Abbadon, though young, she found was certainly very much a man, as he took control of her, forcing their hips together while they let their primal instincts take over. She tipped her head up slightly, eyes rolling back. Yes...he was much better at this than that other man she had let have her, long ago. 

Grunting, she felt themselves lock into place and she adjusted her footing to accommodate for this awkward positioning. "Stay with me...follow me...my vampire..." She breathed heatedly. She ruled the shadows themselves, and he, a bloodthirsty creature, was fit hardly anywhere better. She would tear herself away from the Nightwalkers, existing in the shadows with her demon. Tzila was too caught up in the heat of the moment, in the stench of passionate sex and blood, that she didn't even know they were being watched.