Ada resists the urge

Leon is injured while protecting Ada from Annette just after they find her. Ada tries to pick up Annette's tracks. But before that, she has an urge to resist.

Chapter 7 - Dog, Cat And Mouse

She could barely control herself. Since the moment she arrived in the city she hasn't fed on anything. The smell of Leon's blood was so sweet, aromatic, unlike anything she had tasted before.

The thirst was so strong that she felt like she was burning. She took off her coat, revealing the red tight-fitting dress inside. A black collar was covering most of her neck, which she didn't even think about removing to ease herself up.

Her fangs were itching, eager to find something to sink into, and the young, **** cop in front of her was the best choice of all time.

She stripped him topless to reveal his strong and beautiful body, which was becoming more pale due to the blood lost. The euphoria driven by the smell of blood pouring out from the wound was intoxicating, slowly washing away the little humanity and moral concept she remained. She climbed on top of him and approached his shoulder, with her lips parted widely. A pair of sharp, ivory white fangs revealed from the corners of her mouth.

She licked the blood around his wound before touching his flesh with her fangs. Her saliva was helping the wound, front and back, heal up, just to make sure that he would not die too fast.

She glimpsed at Leon when she was about to bite. He was quiet, breathing slowly, like he was sleeping. His face was calm and peaceful, as he was unaware of the evil goddess that was about to take him. How innocent...This little policeman didn't even have an idea of the dark side of the world, or of her, yet he was willing to take the bullet for her.

But why? She really didn't want to figure that out right now. All she needed to do was to tear his flesh and stab into his artery with her fangs, so that such sweet blood would flow through her throat and satiate her thirst for now.

Yes...Yes...Once she had had enough blood, catching Annette, one little pathetic mortal, would be a piece of cake. As for this cop, who would care if he had died from the blood lost or not? He's just a loyal puppy, an insignificant mortal, another casualty in this incident. No one would care...No one would...No one...

A small spark of humanity has lighted at the bottom of her heart. She jumped backwards and groaned painfully as she was trying her best to hold her urges back. She didn't want to kill this cute, caring policeman, at least not for quenching her thirst, not now.

She sat by the wall, gasped and hissed heavily, in every second staring at him she wanted to ravage his neck and feast. She held a pipe tightly behind her to stop her body from moving forward, from succumbing to the urge.

She was going to lose her mind if she kept holding the urges at bay, so she slowly moved her fingers down. Her pussy was soaked, the scent of which was equally intoxicating.

Already aroused by the sweet nectar of Leon, she was horny as hell, to an extent that she didn't even pause and drove her fingers under her dress, between her thighs, and straight to her cold, wet panties. Her nails, now sharp as claws, violently sliced the panties for her fingers to dive into the secrecy.

She moaned, more like growled, as an overwhelming orgasm hit her. She started to rub her breast with the other hand. Waves of euphoria drowned her, along with the thirst for blood, in the sea of pleasure. She lost the track of time as the sensation of bliss basically fried her mind.

By the time she finally regained a bit of her senses, the wound on Leon's shoulder was less fatal, but still needed medical treatment. She slowly stood up with her still shaking legs, grabbed the bandages from his pocket and, while fighting against the growing desire of sucking him dry, dressed his wound, before putting his clothes back on him.

She also put her coat on him to keep him warm. That's strange, even to herself, as she could not remember the last time she actually cared for someone and be so ****.

She backed up a few steps to admire the scene of an innocent, peacefully sleeping man, however, her thighs rubbing against each other almost struck her down with another orgasm. She tried her best to refrain herself, since tracking down that bitch by just walking was not a realistic option. She bit her lips hard to retract her fangs. And when it's finally done, she breathed heavily and open her deep, black eyes again.

Ada checked the bullets fired from Annette and, not even surprised, confirmed them to be silver-plated. If Leon hadn't taken that shot for her, she might actually be doomed. Anger, was the next thing that arose from her heart. She grabbed the intercom from her equipment to report the situation.

“I’m...right outside the facility...in pursuit of Annette.” Ada, though still a little breathy, remained calm and professional, not wanting her employer to know what kind of accident that had just happened, “If it’s not on her, it must be in the NEST. Once it’s in hand, I’ll call for extraction.”

She looked at Leon one more time before finishing the communication. Leaving him behind was not best for him, but it’s her only option now.

You can run, Annette, but you can’t hide, she thought, as she headed deeper into the sewer system.

Normally, she could track Annette by her scent, but the stinky atmosphere in the sewer was far more overwhelming. Luckily, she had an EMF visualizer which allowed her to track the wiring and hack electronic equipment. By doing so, she might take shortcuts and find Annette by following the pipelines to where they converged.

The situation wasn’t as bad as she thought, as she quickly caught up with Annette, who was just leisurely walking in the corridor near the incinerator area. However, by the time she arrived at the scene, Annette has already escaped through a doorway that required some kind of clearance to pass. Ada tried to punch through the door by ****, however, she was too weak to do so. If she had had enough blood...No, it’s not the time to think of that. A bit furious, she searched the area for the clearance.

And she actually found it. There was an ID wristband with visitor clearance near the corpse of an inspector, inside the incinerator. However, this was a trap set by Annette, as the moment she picked up the wristband, the incinerator locked behind her and Annette’s voice came from the radio broadcast.

“Bravo.” She said disdainfully.

“Gonna burn me alive now?” Ada smiled.

“Well, that is a typical way to kill one of your kind, isn’t it?” Annette replied calmly, “You blood sucking monster. You’ll never get your filthy hands on G.”

“So you knew. Then you must realize that I’m not the only one after it.” Neither the serious situation nor Annette’s knowing what she was worried Ada, as she was using the EMF visualizer to hack the incinerator.

“Then you won’t die alone.” Annette mocked her before turning off the radio.

Ironically, it took only a few more seconds for Ada to shut down the system and bust the door. “That bitch knows what she’s doing...” she murmured. Now that Annette thought she’s dead, she might have a chance to take her by surprise. Using the visitor clearance to unlock the door, she kept on chasing.

Yet she still underestimated Annette, or rather, underestimated Umbrella. When she was running through a bridge, a giant UV light was turned on, and Annette was standing in the control room above, handling it. Ada’s skin immediately burnt as it was exposed to the UV light. She screamed in pain while retreating back into the shadows, and using the EMF visualizer to hack the system.

A few seconds later the bulbs were busted, and everything went into the darkness, until the backup power turned on the incandescent lamp. Nearly every inch of Ada’s skin was burnt badly, however, it was slowly regenerating. Annette was not happy at the situation as she planned to kill the woman in red right there.

“Enough with this cat and mouse game!” Though frustrated, Ada stepped up and shouted when her face was still a mess.

“The game is over. You lost.” Annette kept cool and pressed a button to start the machines on the bridge.

“Tell me: Is your husband still alive?” Ada goaded her with a smile, “Or did you kill him, so you could take credit for G?”

“Interesting theory...” Annette was provoked by this statement. Angrily she kept inputting the perimeters to move a crusher at the end of the bridge.

“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll get a sample from the NEST.” Ada saw the giant machine but showed no fear.

“Over my dead body!” Annette pulled another lever.

The crusher swiftly moved onto the bridge, forcing Ada to evade it by going off the bridge. She grabbed the handrail at first but, when it broke, she fell down into the garbage room.

A sharp debris struck right into her thigh, causing her an excruciating pain as part of it contained silver oxide. The tissues around the wound were nearly burnt to cinders and, with the silver invading her system, her burnt skin was healing much more slower than before. She didn’t have enough strength to pull the debris out, and even if she had, her hands would be burnt out by the silver before it’s been done.

“Ah...ah...” Ada moaned painfully. Her eyes turned red and her fangs slid back down as her body was craving for blood to regenerate. There’s nothing she could do when she’s surrounded by garbage, except for hoping that someone would come to help her before the silver debris killed her. When she heard a howling of some unknown entity from the distance, she lay down in despair.

“Where’s Leon when I need him...?” She whispered and closed her eyes.