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Hunter: Bloody Good

Amy’s eyes were black, such a black that I almost lost myself in them when I stared at her, sniffing, trying to find out where the blood scent came from. The Doctor looked back and forth until he saw the glimmer in both our eyes. We were about to go nuts, it was building… A sharp wolf whistle deafened me for a minute or two, until the Doc waved a hand and the door opened, two people shoved in. Something in me snapped. I leaped forward, and just the pure force in my leap brought the person I had chosen to the ground. He had no chance, his throat was out before he could blink, dull human teeth tearing at the jugular of the man. Amy just stared at me, watching.

There was nothing any of them could do. The second man screamed and pounded at the door while Amy stalked around him, eyeing his throat. She was hungry, too. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my body, pulling me away from the man. I snapped at them, struggling to get back to my meal as two more bodies flew through the air to restrain Amy. I fought.

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