The sudden pleasure coursing through his veins came to an abrupt halt, and Ryah felt the loss all the way in his bones. His eyes fluttered open, icy blue chips gone almost entirely black with desire, as he realized what was going on. It was hard to ignore the loud screeching but it sure did bring the brunet back down to reality. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He could hardly believe he had begged the vampire, so desperate for more.<br/><br/>It didn't seem like she was after<i>him </i>this time; the vampire was intent on murdering Drake instead. Except Ryah found he didn't quite like that thought. He told himself it was only because the vampire had helped him take care of the coven. There was no way he would have escaped otherwise. Ryah was out of bullets but he still had his knives. He may not have been in to form either but all he needed to do, he hoped, was provide some distraction.<br/><br/>"Hey!" He interrupted her tirade about something called daywalkers and brought his knife slashing down. He missed, of course, he did, injured and not quite up to his usual speed but it was enough to draw her attention to him for a moment. He grit his teeth, feeling the stitches pull, tight and raw, as he jerked back to avoid her claws. She turned to him, eyes wild with unfettered anger and hate. "Who's this? A hunter? You think you can beat me?"<br/><br/>Ryah stumbled back, shaking his head. "Fuck no. I'm sure you'd slice me to bits right now," he admitted honestly, hoping against hope that Drake would come through. "But I don't need to beat you... Just distract you."