She had screamed when the metal had ripped open, and kicked out trying to escape his choking grasp. When he had hung her over the roof she nearly clung to his arm tears threatening to fall from her green eyes. Then he had threw he, she coughed from being free of his grip, and coughed from the dust that had been lifted from her landing.  Trembling there as she listened she didnâ€™t look up at him when she felt his eyes upon her, swallowing she just nodded agreeing in shame as tears slipped silently down her nose. Her hands were scraped and bleeding slightly from her rough landing so she sat up and brushed them onto her jacket leaving little red splotches here and there. Long ember locks of hair hid her tears as she whispered a reply, â€œfineâ€¦â€<br/><br/>Ferra couldnâ€™t do much considering she was just a human. A starving, dirty human, in this vamps eyes. With jaws clenched she looked down at her bloody hands and pulled rocks from the cuts. So what if he smelled the blood, as he had said, he could of killed herâ€¦MANY timesâ€¦Well the way she saw it, what was one more time?