Dana moved to Jo, whose back was turned to her and she turned her, towering over the tomboy and kissing her hard and quick.  Ravishing her mouth and Jo tried to pull away, feeling the fangs descending and she fought the carnal fever that over took her.  Jo’s tongue darted into Dana’s mouth and she found her hips, tugging her closer yet wanting to push her away all in the same breath.

Dana pulled back, grabbing at her mouth and feeling the hot blood trickling there.  She’d cut them on the fangs, but Dana seemed to not mind and that frightened Jo.  She moved away, Jo emitted a soft growl from her throat.  She shook her head, trying to clear it, to make some sense of what was happening.

“Dana¼ We cannot do this¼.”  Jo affirmed, and Dana shook her head, grabbing at Jo.  She needed her, she needed someone to want her!

“Right here, and right the fuck now.”  Dana stated and Jo pushed her gently away, the world a techno colored blur as she tried to clear her mind.  Dana’s hot pulse in her throat all too inviting to her, she snapped her eyes shut.

“Dana¼”  Jo began, fighting that inner demon that seemed to take her over.

“You know no one wants me!  I’m done!  My life is fucking over, do you understand that?  I have a wife that married me cuz I was me.  Cuz I was Dana fucking FAIRBANKS!”  Dana yelled, storming out of the room as Jo tried to ward off the slam of emotions that Dana sent out at her in hard cold waves.  It gripped at her belly,

“Dana¼”  Jo said, begging for her to stop but she was gone down the stairs before Jo could recover.  Jo bent over, hands on her knees as she got some semblance of control over the emotions rampaging her.

“Merde.”  Jo muttered, resisting the urge to kick or punch something.  It wasn’t going to do any good, or make her feel any better.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Dana?”  Lacey said as Dana pushed past her and Dana turned to look at the tie dyed blonde; she didn’t recognize her.  Not instantly anyway.