her hands and saw blood--it must be from the cat. Good, it
deserved some kind of injury for the hell it had just put her through! Out of
the corner of her eye, she watched it alternatively look at her, and then
monitor the bushes that surrounded them. It´s head cocked to one side, it
looked almost as though it were considering its options.
She didn´t expect
it to pounce on her again. This time, it didn´t grab her by the scruff of the
neck, it ripped her shirt. She fisted her hands and punched it in the sides
and on the top of the head, but that didn´t stop the cat from pulling her shirt
from her chest and latching on to the vial held in her waistband.
With a loud rip,
some material gave way, and she punched it on the head, knowing she had no
other choice. She wouldn’t go down without a fight.
She could feel
the primal anger vibrate through the beast´s belly, and hit at it again. When
she smacked it on the jaw that held the small vial, it shattered instantly.
Glass ruptured, flying everywhere, and with it, the remainders of the
pheromone.
The remaining contents
gushed out everywhere, mostly over her. If she wasn’t before, she certainly
was saturated by the contents now. Just what she fucking needed.
Yvonne stared at
the jaguar for a couple of seconds. She was so close she saw its eyes dilate
as it smelled the pheromones that covered her chest, arms, and stomach. His nostrils
flared repetitively, the muscles of his shoulders bunched and clenched. The
cat seemed to tilt his body so that it leaned over her more fully.
Knowing she was
in the utmost of danger, she had no idea how the beast would react to the
pheromone on her body. Slowly, she used her stomach and back muscles, thanking
God all the while that she trained a hell of a lot in the gym, and used the
strength of her torso to inch her way backwards and away from the cat. She
didn´t want the damned thing to react as though she were prey and was trying to
escape from it, if she moved quickly then it would give chase and more than
likely would tear her to shreds. If she was lucky, it might start to toy with
her, and maybe she would be able to find a way to escape it. If it wasn´t a
necessity that she be strong, she would have burst into tears, she´d never been
so scared in all her life. She’d never encountered anything like this in all
her years—she just hadn’t been prepared.
She didn´t know
what the hell it would do when she moved, how it would react to the pheromone,
these past painful and frantic moments could be some of the last minutes of her
life. Focusing on the need to inch away from the cat, she only heard the
crinkle of leaves underneath her back, and her and the animal´s harsh
breathing. Until she saw a blur of spotted fur in the corner of her eye, she
hadn´t known that anything else was in the clearing with them.
Within a second,
the other cat, a leopard jumped onto the jaguar.
Practically
sobbing her relief that the leopard was focused on attacking the jaguar and
wasn´t going to join in killing her, she quickly rolled away from the fight,
flinching all the while at the hisses and screeches of fury and pain.
How many times
would this happen? Why had they fucked with so many species of dangerous cat
on this island? Someone needed a bullet through their fucking skull.
She was running
on adrenaline now, because she had no energy left. She was physically
shattered, frightened at the intelligence of the cats, bruised and battered and
damned sore from her fights, but she knew that she had to escape whilst she had
the chance. Deja vu rolled over her mind, making her doubt her sanity. Were
the pheromones so strong they were driving the cats