I looked around at the gore that coated the floor. Her hair was scattered out in all directions, almost looking like it was melting and blending with ...er lost blood. Angel had bled too much; I had to do something to save her. Gaining a desperate idea, I shifted myself so that I was holding her under me.“What are you doing?”“We are the same blood type. I’d give anything to keep you alive, even the fluid in my veins.” I pressed our wounds together and hoped that the blood pouring from my veins. I watched from my seat, observing my cat and her stealthy movements. The moth switched directions again and tried to escape, but again the cat thwarted it, this time by smacking her paw down on the place where the moth was standing. I held my breath as the cat sat still, perhaps feeling the struggles of the moth underneath her tiny paw. My cat was a huntress. This was her place in the food chain, above the moths, but perhaps below the chickens. My cat could never catch a chicken and I have told. “Oh God that was awesome. Ithink you ruined me!” she chuckled. “No problem” I joked. “Next time I’ll just do you in your ass.” Ichuckled cheezily, trying to make her more at ease. The look she got was not one of laughter or revulsion. It was lust.“Would you? Seriously?”“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” I said, hope soaring in my heart,making my flagging member stand up slowly but surely. She moved under the water,. Inside it was simply written, “Come see me outside when you read this.”Jessica turned pale and held my hand as she showed it to me.“We should probably go and see what she wants to stay on her good side,” I offered.Outside the reception hall, Heather (who had come alone in fact), was waiting for us with a smile on her face.“Congratulations you crazy kids!” Heather was all smiles. Jessica, not surprisingly, was not.“What do you want?” Jessica demanded.Heather frowned theatrically. “Gosh, Jessy,.