[Fuck-- supernatural strength or not, she can't withstand too much, not yet. They fall back, him atop her, her hand falling back from his throat-- but before he can attack her, hurt her, do all the things she knows to expect from others now, her mouth drops open. Rosalind hisses, her fangs flashing-- she won't bite, not just yet, but good god, she won't be hurt again, not again, not from some stupid boy in a bloody hoodie.]
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