She Is My Prey, But Also My Sweetspark

Chapter 1: "You can run, but you can't hide!"

Arcee panted hard. She was running through the woods, lost. But she knew someone was following her. She just didn't know who, or worse, it. Her comm link had frizzled out a while ago, something had hit her and she had hit a tree, damaging the comm link, not beyond repair but beyond her knowledge of mechanics.

Arcee hated running from the enemy. But something in her spark told her she couldn't win this one, so she ran, like any sensible bot would do. A large crash shook her out of her sulking, a tree had been knocked down. She could knock a tree down herself with some effort, but this person, or thing, seemed to have knocked it down accidentally. The crash wasn't that far from her so she retreated back to running again.

She had contemplated using her alt mode for a fast get away, but that would make a lot of noise, alerting whoever or whatever to her position. She jumped and landed in a crouch position on a small ledge. Her winglets bristled in anticipation, she could sense something. The thing could've left her alone or it could be stalking her. Arcee didn't hear movement, but she couldn't trust her audio receptors for everything.

A twig snapping caught her attention and her spark was in her throat. She was being hunted.

"My dear, you must know, how much I am loving our little game, time is running out." A voice hissed from the darkness. Arcee wouldn't admit it but his voice was attractive, she also thought it sounded a small bit familiar.

"Sick game." She mumbled, ignoring his laugh that came after.

"Oh, My dear, the game has just begun!" He pronounced, growling the last word as he pounced on her.

Arcee gasped as the claw on her stomach pierced her flesh, drawing her energon, although it wasn't a fatal wound, it was enough to hurt her. She looked up, Predaking. Predaking was hunting her. Great, no fantastic, this was just fragging fantastic! Arcee couldn't help but keep her sarcastic thoughts to herself as she feared it could get her killed.

She closed her optics as the predacon king leaned down to lick the energon he had drew. Arcee held in a noise of disgust. Sick fragger.

Predaking stopped. He wouldn't admit it but Arcee's energon tasted strangely sweet to him. The predacon stepped off of his prey. She leaned up and put a servo to her wounds, before snapping into reality and jumping up on two pedes.

"You can run, but you can't hide. I wish to continue our game, go on now." Predaking said, his tail swishing like a dog waiting for his next treat.

Arcee leapt into a run, hearing his chuckle fade from hearing distance behind her, she thanked Primus for her speed and agility that made her able to manoeuver through these trees quickly, but would it be enough to beat a predacon? She wasn't necessarily sticking around to find out.

She quickly changed directions, she wasn't going to run in a straight line for him, that would be too easy, also, she didn't want to get caught again.

She heard his voice cackle from a fair distance away.

"You put up an amusing performance! But did you forget we predacons can smell you out?" He laughed, she heard his wing beat and her energon ran cold.

But she wouldn't give up that easily, a moving target is harder to catch than a still one.

Let's see how good his aim is.

Arcee smirked coyly, he was a predacon yes, but that didn't mean his aim was as good as hers. When she caught a glimpse of him above her, she quickly jumped up and shot his underbelly a few times before transforming her hand back into a servo to continue running.

It didn't have much effect on him but it did startle him a small bit. He tucked his wings in close and flew in front of her, landing so that she ran right into him.

Arcee gasped and tried to scramble away from him. He just walked towards her, if he was in bot form he would have had a big smirk on his face.

The predacon transformed, leaning down on one knee to the femme, a servo reaching out at her. She instinctively leaned away.

He leaned down and sniffed deeply, her scent flooding his olfactory sensors quite pleasantly in his opinion, he could smell her fear, and oh how he loved it.

"Tell me, are you scared, little femme?" He purred, his hand snaking around to clasp her waist, he drank in the small gasp she let out.

"No, why should I be?" She growled out, that answer was like music to his audio receptors.

"Do you really wish for me to answer that? Or better yet, show you?" The Predacon growled, almost huskily, almost.

"Go on then." Arcee huffed out, she instantly wished she hadn't said that because the predacons smirk grew.

He raised a clawed servo, but before he could do anything with it, a groundbridge whirred into life beside them. Predaking growled in frustration.

"Autobots! How lovely to see you, I see you have come for my latest hunt." Predaking rumbled.

"Hunt?" Bumblebee questioned.

"Yes, you see, this one put up quite a fight, but alas she was caught. Very amusing! Wouldn't you say, little one?" Predaking asked the azure femme in hand.

"Get fragged." She hissed, ignoring the hearty chuckle she got in return.

Predaking threw her at Bulkhead, who caught her like a lob, she mumbled a thanks when he put her on her own two pedes.

"I look forward to next time." Predaking purred.

"There wont be a next time!" Bulkhead shouted angrily.

"Better keep an eye on her then." Predaking said, slipping into the shadows.

What did he mean next time?

Arcee was shaken out of her thoughts by Bulkhead.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine." She responded.

"Are you sure cause-"

"I'm fine Bulkhead." She chuckled.

"How'd you guys find me? My comm links busted." Arcee asked.

"Ratchet tracked yer life signal and and managed to get the co-ordinates." Bulkhead explained.

"I'll be sure to thank him when we get back."

BOOYAH! 1027 words for ya'll, enjoy! Xx

Ily, stay fresh my diamonds.

-Crystalarcee out