Tied to the jaguar now by blood, Storm could feel his alarm. He was no young man, cocky and full of bravado; he was old enough to know the danger of the vampire, and had been questioning what was happening among his kind for some time.
Storm took a deep breath and pulled her gaze away from the blood-colored water, and let her air out, breathing away everything but the task at hand. She had to let go of her physical body, making herself incredibly vulnerable to a potential enemy already occupied by the vampire.
It was much more difficult than she expected, now that she could feel emotion and it mattered that she stayed alive.
The dark spot in the jaguar-man's brain recoiled, minute wormlike creatures writhing as her spirit entered the other man, bathing the brain in white-hot energy. She heard the jaguar roar and the man hiss out a warning. She hesitated, afraid of injuring the warrior.
"Do it. I do not want that thing inside of me."