Log; ongoing

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

When; The evening of August 21st 2008
Rating; R
Characters; Anita Blake (browning_baby) and Ianto Jones (king_coffee) with appearances by Martha Jones (miss_jones) and Captain Jack Harkness (handsomejack) later on.
Summary; A meeting with Anita is set to be a less than preferable end to Ianto's day.



Parting ways with Jack after their date, Ianto set off on his own.

Setting off at a casual pace with his hands in his pockets, Ianto decided he'd go into the library quickly, to see how things were getting along during his days off.

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[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

She kept up her pace around him, slow and steady; always keeping her eyes on him as she moved.

"Indeed they can be. I still think you're lying, though."

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Ianto kept himself poised and ready, just in case something happened.

"Really. I'm on my way to the library, not really a place to go unless you want to read."

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

She faked a put-upon frown.

"Reading is boring. I had to do so much of it in college. It sucked. I want something else to do now."

She stopped less than two feet in front of him, smirking.

"You're tense. Fight or flight time, isn't it? I can smell it on you, Ianto Jones."

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

"And you thought I was lying," he said blandly.

When she stopped in front of him, he merely veered around her, not even breaking his stride.

"I'm not interested in anything like that, Miss Blake."

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

With a low, soft growl, she grasped his shoulder, squeezing with just a fraction of her unnatural strength.

"I don't think I care what you're interested in, Mr. Jones."

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Twisting slightly - yeah that hurt a bit - to get out of Anita's grip, Ianto turned back to face her.

"Well, that's unfortunate. Goodbye, then."

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

The smile was gone now, replaced by predator's eyes.

"Try and get away from me, Ianto. Running from a wolf only makes them want to chase you."

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

He didn't make a move, other than taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What exactly do you want?"

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

"I'm bored. I want to be entertained."

In a flicker of motion, she's right in front of him, crowding him.

"Entertain me."

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Even as Anita crowded him, Ianto didn't back off, never one to be intimidated.

"No, thank you."

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

With a savage snarl, she curled hands more like claws into his shirt, shaking him like a child with a doll.

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

In the midsts of it, he managed to get his hand inside his jacket for his gun - what he wouldn't do for his stun-gun, this would be over quickly if so - he drew out his gun, pressed the barrel to Anita's shoulder and pulled the trigger.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

Anita staggered back a few steps, eyes wild as blood seeped from where she was clutching her shoulder.

"You bastard. Shooting an unarmed woman is hardly fair, now is it?"

As she spoke, her hand dropped back to her side, revealing the quickly healing wound.

"I see Torchwood isn't so smart, after all. It takes silver to really hurt a were."

Again, she flashes closer, a hand going for his throat.

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

To be honest, Ianto had no official physical combat training.

Despite his appearance, he could brawl, having a very nasty right hook and one hell of a kick, but he had no form to it. As such, he knew straight away he wasn't going to do any good against Anita unless he kept his gun, but something was wrong with her, and he wasn't willing to shoot to kill.

But she healed quickly, so he could only shoot to disable for a short amount of time.

He didn't speak, trying his best to stay out of her reach to aim again.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

She pivoted to match his motion, all lost in instinct now. Her hand closed on his upper arm and she used that grip to casually toss him into the nearest wall.

"So weak. So soft...."

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Before he could even react, he made contact with one hell of a solid wall.

His head smacked harshly against the bricks and as his back made contact, all of the air was knocked out of his lungs as his gun went spinning off.

Unbeknownst to his, the impact activated the last number redial on his phone.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

She was on top of him in a flash, an oddly gentle smile on her face as she leaned down and nuzzled his cheek.

"You smell like coffee... and Harkness. You were with him earlier, weren't you? Did you fuck him, or is it the other way around? Do you let him take you? Are you his bitch?"

There's soft laughter breathed into Ianto's ear as she nipped at it, then dug clawwed hands into the dense muscle of his arms.

"You smell like blood and me now. Does that make you my bitch, too?"

[rig.livejournal.com]

Martha had been in the clinic, as per usual, when she got a call from Ianto. They often called each other, which made up, sometimes, a bit for how little they saw each other for people in the same City all the time. She picked it up on call to find no one on the line, which was, as she had told him recently, suspicious in itself in this kind of place. Alarmed, she gave word to the staff and grabbed a few things from her back room, among which, was a small firearm.

Able to trace the location through his phone---it wasn't legal in the normal world but that didn't stop them from doing it there either---she was able to pinpoint him quickly enough.

Arriving, she couldn't help but inwardly recoil. Anita, was it? She'd seen her around, she was pretty sure, but never spoken to her.

Wasn't she on the Police force? A good guy?

...but then plenty of people hadn't been acting as themselves lately.

Gun, in hand, she ran with as much speed and silence as possible to all but hurl herself into Anita, and at least get her off of Ianto...hopefully the element of surprise would help her.

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Everything was happening at a distance.

He could feel Anita leap on top of him, see her leap on top of him, but it was as though it was happening to someone else. Even her words Are you his bitch? My bitch too? sounded like they were coming from the end of a long tunnel.

The claws in his arm finally made him inhale sharply, and everything rushed back to reality.

The pain was burning, and he could see the blood well up on his arm through the fabric of his, heh, red shirt and between her fingers to drip onto the floor.

He didn't notice Martha's approach at all.

"Get off me," he spat out, trying to kick at Anita, shove at her so he could try and get leverage to somehow turn it around, even though he was simply a normal human who probably had no hope against her.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

Anita grunted as she shifted just enough of her weight to let Martha all but brush along her back, but it still was enough to dislodge her from her wriggling perch. With a chuckle, she smirked at Martha.

"This has nothing to do with you, Doctor Jones. Go on about your business."

The now bloody claws were given a shake, splattering drops of crimson on both her and Ianto's faces before she turned her eyes back down to her 'toy'. Before either one could stop her, one clawed hand was digging into Ianto's stomach.

"Oooh, nice and warm."

[rig.livejournal.com]

Sent tumbling due to not quite hooking Anita off with her, Martha rolled a moment before stopping herself and shooting to her feet, gun drawn properly and trained on the woman she approached in just a few swift steps.

"Get off of him," she said, and while her voice was expressionless and cold at best, her insides twisted violently. This woman reeked...of blood...Ianto's blood. "What's so special anyway?" she asked, aware that she couldn't get the technically physical advantage. What did she have to do to trick her off of him? From the looks of her she seemed....beastly...wolfish even.

....no, was her thought even before she realized it was all too possible to find things like this back home, even more so in the City.

"This isn't you, you're with the police, aren't you? Attacking a civilian, what's that about?" she kept talking, it was her only weapon beyond the gun trained on Anita. If the woman wasn't herself, she couldn't very well justify shooting her...but Ianto needed medical help and the woman certainly wasn't going to make matters better.

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Getting up was not an option as he felt those claws stab him in the stomach, the pain sharp and sudden, deep in his abdomen as he could feel the wetness of warm blood spreading across his belly.

A little late for oh dear now, he thought, not really the time for sarcasm, even in his own head, but he couldn't help it.

Was that... Martha?

Well, good. She could fix him, if Anita went away, he thought, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that if his thoughts were this fuzzy then he was losing blood, and fast, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

He was starting to hurt a little less, the pain from where his head struck the wall, where she had torn into his arm and even the deep wounds in his stomach was fading.

That... wasn't good.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

"I didn't attack him, Doctor Jones. He didn't do what I asked. This is a punishment."

There was a wet sucking sound as she pulled her hands out of his belly and she made a point of licking away some of the blood on her claws before she gently traced one across his throat.

"Shall I bleed him like a sheep? Let him drain all the way out? I think that's what I'll do."

Again, the claw made a pass along his throat, this time breaking the skin just enough to draw tiny drops of blood.

[rig.livejournal.com]

Biting her lip this whole time listening, she didn't waste a moment this time. She was too close. He was too close. And she had called for more help but if they'd gotten the page she couldn't be sure and now here they were.

"I said off," she repeated without feeling, and shot at the woman's shoulder, once, to distract and then rushing at her again to push her away, and at the very least get between her and Ianto, who was, she noted darkly, looking worse by the millisecond.

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

A page from Martha for help.

Jack didn't question, he was simply responding.

As he had gotten closer though, the picture he came across caused his blood to run ice cold. Ianto on the ground, Anita ripping into him like a crazed wolf -shades of Countrycide anyone?- and Martha having to use a gun.

When Anita was pushed back, Jack was on her like a shot, grabbing her by the waist to further the distance between her, Martha and Ianto.

"Martha!" He said in a clipped tone, tossing her his wrist comm, knowing she would know what to do with it while he dealt with Anita.

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

Oh good Ianto's thoughts burbled, Jack's here, as well as Martha.

The edges of his vision were swimming as Jack flew past, carrying Anita off somewhere after Martha had shot then rushed at her.

...Jack's coat tails flapping as he rushed past felt comfortingly familiar, and Ianto was glad that they were there. Made Jack look like a hero, or something.

He'd tell Jack, that later, he thought fuzzily as his vision began to darken.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

Anita twisted in his arms with a snarl, more beast than human at the moment. Claws slick with Ianto's blood settled on Jack's arms, squeezing almost gently.

"I wasn't DONE, Jack. You were rude to interrupt us."

[rig.livejournal.com]

Jack.

Catching the wrist comm, Martha holstered her gun and knelt at Ianto's side, checking basic signs as a second-guess, but she was right as obvious as it was: they couldn't wait for Jack. He probably knew that too. Brow furrowed, as she gingerly moved Ianto's head into her lap, hands firmly on him, careful not to make him shift too much, she shot Jack a look.

"You know where to find us," was her short response before using the comm.

And in a blink, they were gone.

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

Jack was no stranger to the coppery stench of blood and while he had known many men for which the scent was a trigger, usually he had more control than that.

However, this was the blood of Ianto Jones and Jack felt something black move across vision and flipped a switch. A fury so hot that it burned ice cold and despite knowing that something was wrong with Anita, Jack smiled coldly.

Martha and Ianto were clear he saw it out of the corner of his eye, that left just he and Anita alone for the time being. Leaning, he pressed his lips against her ear, almost lover like in his attentions.

"You were playing unfairly," Jack rumbled. "Picking on an innocent, why don't play with someone your own size."

Biting her ear sharply, he let her go with a thoroughly disrespectful smack on her ass.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

Teeth snapping, she rounded on him, dropping into a low crouch.

"So? He didn't do as I asked. That made him fair game."

With little warning, she tore at him, claws and teeth bared as she went low, aiming for his soft belly just as she did Ianto.

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

Something that had always been Jack's strength when in battle was his ability to adapt to his opponents philosophy.

The attack to the underbelly, the way Anita had been cutting Ianto up like a lamb, what he already knew of her all told Jack that for some reason Anita was locked into her animal. Normally, he'd have ducked, dodged and moved to incapacitate but ... Ianto's blood.

"He doesn't answer to you," Jack pointed out. "I'm his leader."

And if an alpha had issue with a member of another pack, it was the role of the other alpha to either allow punishment or stand ground. Jack was standing ground.

Letting her charge, he sucked his stomach in and turned quickly, bringing his fists, closed together into a makeshift hammer, downwards towards her bowed shoulders.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

Even as she took the heavy blow, Anita was in motion, twisting along the ground to face her opponent, already reaching back to take very visible knees apart.

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

Letting her get him down on the ground would be a mistake, probably a fatal -as fatal as things ever were for Jack- mistake.

Jack went to jump, hissing as her claws slashed open his one leg but that didn't keep him from aiming his other booted foot towards the side of her head.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

The kick jerked her head to the side, sending a wash of her own blood along her tongue. She saw stars and shook her head to try and clear it, her hands still moving, this time aiming higher.

"Bastard. Fucking hurt."

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

The Doctor would have called him off at this point. The Doctor wasn't there.

Her hands were still moving towards him and it wasn't the threat she posed that held his attention but the blood still soaking her claws. Still Ianto's blood.

He should incapacitate her. Bind her up and call the police to come deal with her. Let them lock her up and deal with whatever insanity was driving her. But Jack wasn't affected. He wasn't cursed. This was a part of his soul, stirred by the threat to his team, his family. It had flashed in those barren hills, over a year ago and standing there, the scent of Ianto's blood strong in his nostrils, it stirred again.

Instead of trying to push her hands away, Jack reached out and grabbed them, pulling her up towards himself and locking his arm back around her waist.

"Mmmm, yes. I have a good history of that," Jack said with a calm smile.

Reaching up, he stroked his fingers down along her throat, a lover's touch.

"Don't ever touch mine again," he whispered against her ear.

Leaning back Jack looked Anita directly in the eyes and then moved fast. One minute his fingers were against her throat and in the next second, his hand closed without mercy. Locking her against his body, oblivious to the explosion of blood across them both, Jack ripped her throat out.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

Anita jerked in his arms, the wolf inside frantic to run; to get away. For a brief moment, the eyes went dark and oh so human but the moment flashed away before she could even grip at Jack.

Human fingers clutched at his hand, trying to move it even as her sight wavered.

[handsomejack.livejournal.com]

Holding chunks of flesh and cartilage in his hand Jack never took his eyes off her. There was no sense of victory or even pleasure in his expression, just an inhuman resolution.

Gently, carefully even, he lowered her to the ground. He knew he hadn't killed her, maybe just given her something to think about as the wound healed. Throwing the gore away from his hand, he watched her for one more moment and then turned and started to walk away.

He needed to get to the clinic.