((Le gasp! No! Yes, yes, yes. Far too much. Ahahaha.
Monica clenched her fingers as she grew aware of Queenie's scent not far behind her. Her bright red eyes kept the piercingly hostile glare from Feline's own.
"...is this...is this an enemy?" Queenie's small voice demanded in bewilderment. Monica swallowed the word. Enemy
. She wasn't an enemy; she was her sister.
But to the others, she was an enemy. And Monica needed to take care of the enemy.
Although she was still in a position of defense, she could sense the others behind her, hear Lidia give them a curt, brisk explanation of the situation. Monica knew that they had to act soon; she could see Feline's patience wearing thin behind her ravenous eyes. She could see the taut string that would snap, simultaneous to her spring. Sibling or not, Monica knew that Feline's second life was going down, spiraling.
"Monica." Queenie murmured behind her, making her stiffen. "Do you remember the present that Dexter got you for Christmas?"
Monica did remember.
"It's a mask. I helped to make it so that it would filter out a particular scent." Queenie explained hastily, quietly. "You see...I don't know if you tried it yet...so I haven't the slightest idea if it was any good...it was my first time."
Shifting into an easier crouch, she replied, her voice oddly sharp and tinny; Monica could almost taste the metallic tension and panic. "I don't know if it will help. . . " Feline's eyes flickered from Monica to Lidia, Queenie to Maria. Her upper lip curled to reveal her teeth, her small, childish face twisted with panic and fury. Monica lowered her voice in an effort not to alarm Feline into jumping the gun.
"But it should have been in my room. Feline crashed it, so I don't know if-"
Feline snarled deafeningly and boltd into the opposite direction, obviously deciding that Dexter wasn't good enough to risk the four vampires in front of her.
Monica didn't think, didn't assume that if Feline ran, Dexter would be saved. She only thought that if the Volturi wrapped their grip around Feline, Feline would be burned.
Monica sprung, wrapping her arms around Feline's waist in middair, bringing them both crashing catastrophically into the grass. They skidded deep into the ground, flinging dead leaves and dirt into the night air. Feline roared and tried to twist in Monica's grip, flailing her claws about, trying to make contact with Monica's hard skin. Monica just clutched onto the exceedingly strong Feline. Feline tried to use her newborn strength to knock Monica off, but Monica had the strength of a newborn still intact, four years after her transition. She didn't want to hurt her sister, only to detain her. She couldn't if she tried.
Feline managed to twist and thrash around in Monica's grip, thrusting her bare feet into her abdomen. Monica coughed and held her head above Feline's flying nails. She managed to get her claws into Monica's hair, fingernails digging into her scalp. Monica growled and shook her head free, enough to see Feline's eyes burning with hate and malice. She wasn't Feline anymore; she was a cold newborn in need of blood. Monica wailed and seized Feline's wrists, ripping them from her hair.
Monica was about to suggest that Lidia take care of Feline, that she wasn't able to kill her if she tried, and not because her current position under Feline wouldn't allow that, when Feline thrashed her short legs, flinging them into Monica's torso. She freed her arm from Monica's hold, and slashed her nails across Monica's face, temple to lip.
((Guh, I'm terrible at action scenes