The redheaded girl was face down in her arms as the moon came up and the campus bells rang their midnight tune. She startled and sat up instantly, looking around. She was in her night class… oh gods… she must have fallen asleep. The professor had a sick sense of humor and probably just left her there as punishment.

She gathered up her book bag and bolted from the desk, her much hated school uniform slightly wrinkled on her. The blouse was too tight and forced her chest up like she was wearing a push up bra all the time; even the buttons strained. She could swear they had given her a size too small on purpose. It made whatever undergarment she happened to be wearing that day (a white tank top that doubled as a bra today) stand out like it had been traced on. And the skirt was… hell it was a skirt! Jag didn’t do skirts… despite her toned legs. She just… didn’t like them.

Her heart sank as she yanked on the door. It had been locked. That professor was such a bitch! She had actually locked her in?! The redhead grumbled and looked at the safety glass windows. Even if she could get the window open somehow… she was 5 stories up, and the building was likely to fall apart if she tried to climb down.

“Damn…” she finally muttered. Well… if she was going to have to spend the night here she’d make the jerk regret it tomorrow. Jag shoved the teacher’s belongings off the large desk at the front and put her book bag down, using it as a makeshift pillow as she lay down, closing her eyes but unable to fall back asleep, just listening to the infernal clock ticking away.

Saur had taken to wandering the dark halls of the school at night. Very few of the students were out at night so the opportunities to hunt were few. Snooping around the school did allow him to gather tiny tidbits of information on the various students, however. The activity suited his meticulous nature. You never knew when that information would prove useful...and occasionally he even found some hapless student wandering the deserted campus.

As he wandered through the school, his nails clicked softly on the tile floor. His tongue slithered in and out of his reptilian mouth, tasting the air as his eyes scanned the halls for anything of interest. He could taste something on the air...a familiar scent. Instantly alert, he moved towards it's source. As the scent became stronger, he heard a nearby crash, like books falling to the floor. His lips curled into a thin smile as he isolated the sound to a room up the hallway. Silent as a shadow, he crept along the hall until he reached the door. Peering through the small window, he could see her sprawled out on the desk at the front of the room, apparently asleep.

Quietly, he attempted to push the door open. When it didn't open, he pushed slightly harder and still nothing. "Locked!" he thought, mildly annoyed. "Well, that would explain why she's sleeping on the desk, at least." Glancing down at the door, he sighed as he realized he could not unlock it without the key, he would eventually need to break it down.

However, he had another idea in mind first. His deep blue eyes watching her intently, he reached his claws up to the door and ran them roughly over the glass, the ear-piercing screech was unmistakable as he left a set of long deep furrows in it's surface...

The girl was at least getting used to the hard desk… the thought occurred to her that she’d probably be further punished for doing this but.. eh. To hell with it.

Her restful state was interrupted by an ear shattering screeching sound coming from the door. She clapped her ears over her head and clenched her eyes shut, curling up in a ball instinctively. When Jag could finally look up, the sound had ended. She glanced at the door…

She may or may not have been able to see him in the darkened hallway but he never gave her the chance to look. As she lifted her eyes toward the door, it shuddered then fell inward as he slammed his shoulder into it. Slowly he walked into the room, a towering black wall of scale and muscle. His tail stretched out gracefully behind him as it swayed from side to side.

Stepping lightly over the shatter door, his eyes roamed up her toned legs to where her thighs disappeared under skirt. He couldn't help but smile in anticipation of feeling those legs wrapped around him. "It's been a long time, Jag, but I still know what makes you squirm," he said as moved slowly towards her.

Jag screamed as the door was knocked off its hinges, flying into the room. In the dark frame of the doorway stood something she couldn’t quite make out, but as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight, she could see small flecks of light reflecting off scales… it was huge too…

“Who… who the hell are you and how do you know me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though she tried to hide it. She ran slid off the table and grabbed the professor’s chair, holding it in front of her like a weapon. Her blouse strained with heavy breathing, threatening to burst open at her cleavage. The garment had pulled free of her skirt and lifted slightly to hint at her midriff.

"I looked a bit different the last time I saw you but I'm sure you remember our steamy night in the gym," he said quietly as he slowly stalked towards her. She had been quite a talented fighter he remembered, there was no reason to take unnecessary risks with her. Crouched on the balls of his feet, he smoothly moved towards her, always keeping the door directly behind him to prevent her escape.

As he approached, he continued his open appraisal of her body. "I see your body is just as exceptional as ever, Jag," he said as he noted her heaving chest. "It's such a shame to keep it hidden like you do." As he spoke, his mind reached for the overworked buttons of her shirt, twisting and pulling on them as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse...

Jag was so confused by this thing… had she encountered it before? It was possible… she couldn’t really remember anything, so it was definitely possible. She decided to play along… at least until she felt something tugging at her shirt, as if phantom hands were picking at the buttons, the blouse quickly opening up to reveal her large chest, contained only by her stretchy cotton bra.

The girl quickly tried to close her blouse back up, making the mistake of dropping her guard for a second. “Quit it!” she screamed at the thing, hoping there might be someone in the hall that would hear her… the thought not occurring to her that they would have definitely heard his scratching at the door and subsequent kicking of it. “Freaking pervert…” she muttered, half keeping a fighting stance and half trying to hold her top closed.

As the last button on her blouse came undone, her full breasts virtually spilled out of her blouse. Although she was quick to cover herself, he caught a clear glimpse of his prize, covered only by the white tank-top stretched taut across her chest. He licked his lips as she took a deep breath and screamed at him, her actions only serving to draw his attention back to her barely covered breasts.

While she struggled to both keep the chair between them and hold her blouse closed, he continued his advance on her. As he moved, he slowly weaved back and forth, his head moving sinuously from side to side, his eyes never leaving her as he advanced. Try as she might, she could not stop all his advances as his mind tugged at the hem of her blouse, pulling it free of her skirt and leaving him a clear view of her tight tank-top as it hugged her stomach.

"We've played this out before, Jag. You'll scream for me many more times tonight before I'm through with you..."

Jag snapped as her blouse was pulled free and hung loosely open on her, her white tank holding back her large chest. This was getting nowhere… it was just doing whatever it wanted to her with magic or something…

“Fine… hope you don’t mind working for it then.” She said, smiling.

The girl abandoned her defensive stance and set the chair down, using it to flip herself through the air, trying to bring her foot down upon his head, her shirt fluttering open as she struck.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a thin smile as she set the chair down and lept at him. As inviting a sight as she was, he didn't have time to stop and admire it as she attacked him. "That's my girl," he said as he smoothly spun to the side and out of the way of her foot. As she landed, she was forced back as a foot flew at her face, followed closely by his tail as it flew in a long, whistling arc towards her stomach...

The girl heard her foot swhoosh through empty air where she had hoped his head would be. Instead, it cracked hard against the floor, the uncomfortable shoes she had to wear not really carrying the full force of her blow like her sneakers or boots would. She had no time to think, only react.

A fist was flying at her head, and something else at her midsection… she ducked and sidestepped slightly, grabbing hold of what she realized was a tail as it flew past her with enough power to send the chair she had been using careening through the air. The girl yanked with all her strength on the tail, hoping to pull him off balance.

Anticipating her move when he felt her grab his tail, he dropped to one knee as she yanked on his tail, preventing her from unbalancing him. After the initial pull, he stood and spun to face her, his tail flying from her grasp as it spun behind him. She was quick, he'd give her that.
"Very good, Jag. Very good..."

Balancing on the balls of his feet, he began to circle her. As he neared the desk, his tail smashed into it and sent it sliding across the floor before slamming into the wall in the corner next to the window. As he moved around her, his head again began it's sinuous weaving. This time, however, it was soon joined by his hands, then his tail, and then his entire body, as he moved with the almost hypnotic, sinuous grace of a snake. Even so, his cold, blue soulless eyes remained fixed on her.

"You can't win, Jag. All those hours training and you still have no chance..."

Jag lost her grip on the thing sooner than she wanted and her attack failed. This thing was very agile… powerful too, she thought as it thrashed its tail against the chair, shattering it. And she was worried that it was right, that she couldn’t beat it. As it circled her, it reminded her of a snake… rhythmic… ready to strike in a split second…

She attacked a second time, keeping it basic but powerful this time, throwing a quick succession of punches and kicks at him in a mixture of kickboxing and tae kwon do.

As she moved to attack him, it became clear that there was a purpose behind his movements. Amidst the incoming flurry of punches and kicks, he twisted and turned, his hands and legs moving fluidly from one attack to the next as he turned blow after blow. In the eye of the storm, he patiently and calmly waited for an opening.

Turning slightly, he allowed a punch through his guard where it glanced off the heavy scales of his chest. His response was immediate as his arm wrapped around her's, trapping her in place. Without giving her a chance to respond, his other hand flew to her chest, momentarily groping her before he released her arm and pushed her away. He paused as she stumbled backwards, taking his time, admiring her exquisite body again. The hourglass figure, the firm, toned legs, the heaving breasts, his eyes took it all in as he stood before her.

"Just a small taste...to let you know what's coming. You can't prevent it, Jag. You're too weak, too slow, too...powerless," he said quietly, his voice clearly audible in the silence of the near abandoned building.

Jag ground her teeth together as she struck, getting more and more frustrated as she failed to land a blow against him, the serpent like thing smacking her hands and feet to the side and dodging every time she swung. Time slowed down as she continued her advance, but not enough to hit. It seemed to stop for a second, however, as he grabbed one of her punches, taking it fully against his chest, and in that moment she realized. He was just toying with her. She felt his other hand extend and roughly fondle one of her young, full breasts, the firm mound kneading slightly under his fingers, the girl amazed by the sheer speed…

And then she was flying across the room, landing haphazardly among the student’s desks. She didn’t get up right away, not sure of what to do. The teen’s red hair finally fluttered behind her as she got back to her feet, still assuming a fighting stance, this one more defensive though… if she could, she needed to run. “We’ll see about that…” was all she said, letting his words flow in and out of her head without much second thought… concentrating on them would only distract her for now.