Asher flinched as she sunk her fangs deep into muscle.  No matter how many times it happened, it always hurt like a mother, and he would never grow accostumed to it.  Suddenly, however, he felt something foreign pushing into his veins.  His first instinct was to flip her over his shoulders, and slam her face into the dirt.  The venom she was secreting however prevented him from acting on it, and he felt his muscles seize as his blood went to work eradicating it.<br/><br/>“Nice try,” he growled.  She was trying to shut him down, he realised.  His veins turned black where she bit him, and spread almost as far as his bicep before it receded again.  He was immune to any and all bodily fluids produced by vampires, a perk of his Clan blood, and in times like these, it saved his life countless times.  “Anything else you'd like to spit, darling?”  He grinned cruelly.  It was gratifying to one-up her, after all she's said since his abduction.<br/><br/>Despite his immunity to her toxins, he was still held fast by her vicegrip.  It would be easy for her to snap his neck, but he could tell she hesitated.  Asher knit his brows, feeling her warm breath just next to his ear.  “Why do you want me alive so badly?  I've killed two of your kind already,” he asked her, all tones of jest gone.<br/><br/>At that moment, there was a stirring further into the village.  There was a flicker of red, a few shouts, and the sounds of movement.  There was a tense pause, and then the sounds of battle began to fill the night.  Asher flinched, the sinking suspicion filling his gut with dread.  She would slaughter them all.  If that was his Clan out there… things were about to get very bloody.