Mackenzie smirked, a laugh bubbling out of her. "You? Throw down with me? I'd tear you limb from limb, squirt." Or at least she hoped. It had been a long time since they were friends, but she remembered teaching her to fight all those years ago. Tatum was different now, and perhaps she wasn't as weak as Mack remembered her being. Then again, neither was she. They were both stronger now, and more ruthless than the past. "Remember little pup, I own the darkness now."
She wiped the back of her hands across her mouth, wiping away some of the blood, watching Tatum carefully. The girl was too quick to disagree, to eager to dismiss the possibility that something was wrong. She felt slightly bad, the other girl seemed distressed and extremely deep down, she was worried. It couldn't be that way now and Mack squelched the feeling of concern for something else. She grinned dangerously, moving quickly to pin Tatum against the nearest tree.
Mackenzie grabbed both of the smaller girl's wrists and secured them above her head. She began trailing kisses down the other girl's jaw, biting here and there every so often. She had retracted her fangs, and was careful to not bite Tatum hard enough to draw blood. Mack slide a leg between the other girls and chuckled. "No, how does that sound?" She growled against the girl's collar bone. "Why would I bother to terrorize anyone else when I can do this instead?"
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