Yes—But Not Without Becoming Infected Herself

Lois Lane had gone with a wildlife photographer once, to see how cats hunt. In the wild, truly feral cats were ghosts. Silent, hidden, emerging only to strike—and that swift and deadly, with claws and fangs that could tear through skin and muscle. Speed was the key, and sudden bursts of strength. To strike with terrible precision.

Cheetah dropped from the ceiling, dark claws extended. The double-slash nearly decapitated to the two vampires that crowded the reporter's sides. Then her fangs sank into the neck of the one that was feeding Lois. A torrent of black blood burst from the mouth as the undead eyes widened in shock, anger...but it was too late. Lois gulped the tainted blood as Cheetah grabbed the head of the vampire, twisted, and pulled.

She would never forget the expression on the fact. The rage. The way the eyes and mouth still moved, even as bone and ligaments were ripped away by brute ****. Cheetah growled as the jaws snapped at her, but the villain busied herself with using her claws to separate the last stubborn muscles and tissue that kept the head attached.

Too busy to notice that the other vampires weren't quite destroyed yet.

Pale hands grasped the tawny flanks of the cat-woman, and Lois could only watch in terrible fascination at the battle that ensued. The vitality of the vampires was inhuman, their shambling, broken bodies clung to Cheetah and bore her down. Lois Lane watched in terrible fascination as one almost-decapitated head latched on to a furry crotch, sinking her fangs into Cheetah's labia...and the bright red blood of the feline villain was sucked into an eager mouth, only to pump through the ragged hole in their esophagus.

With a feline shriek of rage, Cheetah thrashed. Her claws tore through cold dead flesh like a lion rending a pack of hyenas. The reporter could not repress a sensual shiver as black blood splashed and splattered her body; she leaned into it, tongue extended, black fur pushing out all over her body. Her ears were already changing, her sense of smell and taste sharper, pussy dripping...

With a growl, the scratched and blood-splattered villain stood in the carnage that was the three vampires. She pulled the disembodied head from her cunny and smashed it into the ground; one stomp of her foot cracked the skull like an egg, and the grey curdled brains splattered beneath her feet.

Cheetah rocked on the balls of her feet, suddenly woozy with loss of blood...but that wasn't all. Lois could see her gulp for air, her fur matted with blood...but there was something else. Were those eye teeth just a hint sharper than before? Was that glazed look in Cheetah's eye all due to bloodloss...or blood lust?

"You're infected," Lois said, as she found her voice.