Had he been human, John would not have had a chance.  Even though she was weary and "weak," she was a preternatural creature, resulting in greater strength even on her worst day.  But he was a vampire, and a vampire who was waiting for an opportunity to strike.  With a growling snarl, she attempted to fight, her muscles straining against his viselike hold.<br/><br/>They rolled in the gore, and her clothing tore even more with the minor battle, revealing more smooth skin.  By the time she'd finally stopped fighting, she could barely keep her head up, though the growls never ceased.  Her chest heaved with great panting breaths, and her eyes were closed tight against this humiliation.<br/><br/>"Damn you... damn you..."  She muttered over and over to him, begging for her strength to return so that she might regain her freedom.