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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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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."

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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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.

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.

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