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Tatum Donnelly ([info]ojandtostitos) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
"You don't own shit around her," Tatum sneered back instinctively, baring her teeth for just a moment before looking away again. "I could take you faster than.. you'd even know what hit ya. I mean it, leave me alone, I'm not in the mood," she went on, trailing off and shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket instead of fidgeting with them like she wanted to. "Nobody is afraid of you and your little harem," she reminded her.

She could see Mack watching her, reading her like she had always been able to do so easily, and Tatum felt immediately unnerved. What did the other girl smell on her, aside from the usual wolf scent? Why was she looking so intently at her like that? Tatum parted her lips to inform the older girl that she was being creepy, but she was caught off guard and shoved up against the tree behind her in a matter of seconds. her hat fell off somewhere in the scuffle, and she was already growling, her eyes narrowed at Mack. It was always wise to never get distracted around a vampire, but she already had enough going on without Mack on her case now too. "You have three seconds to let me go before I tear your fucking throat out," she warned Mack lowly, as her hands were held above her head and the other girl began the assault on her neck. Which made Tatum's knees start going weak quickly, despite herself and how angry she felt herself becoming.

Mack was mocking her, and she knew it. They didn't really keep it a secret from each other that both of them thought of each other as the weaker fighter. They were both pretty scrawny, and Tatum felt she could take her. Especially now, if she had to. She was still fighting that urge to wrap her arms around her stomach the closer Mack got to her. Feeling the blonde's leg slip easily between her own, Tatum struggled for a moment to regain her thoughts, just the light friction was distracting. But she couldn't do this, not now, not with her. She knew she should have gone to Michi's room after all. "Get the fuck off of me, I'm serious," Tatum warned her, growling right back at her though her words did shake. "You don't get to do this, I'm not yours anymore."


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