Deepwood Weald Run; As Your Life Depends On It

Oh yeah? And what if you're well hidden? I'd rather not take my chances. Even if it was tempting to just take a risk and hope the cat would go for the smaller of the two - what if it didn't, or couldn't find her and he became the new target? In his mind, it was better to stick together. Alone the feline had the upper hand, together, they were a bigger threat. 

She loved a good chase huh? Well, that brought a devious grin to his own pale mug, only imagining himself being the hunter next and giving her a good ol' chase that would certainly get her heart pumping. Abaddon, and if we're gonna die we may as well get to know one another. His own pace quickened just to tease and see. how well she could keep up with his longer strides. 

If I could be frank, I prefer the hunter rather than the hunted. Both for being a predator by birth as she was, as well as... well... the whole vampire part. Any other time he would have loved to try and take a bite out of her. She looked sweet enough, delicious enough if it wasn't for the cat that may or may not be behind them - she'd be running from him already. 

So? What's your name, my damsel in distress?