Gwen shrieked like a wild thing and lashed out with nails and teeth whenever she was able, but there was only so much she could do. She was still a fledgling among her kind, still coming into her powers, and for all that Darryl was only half vampire, he was still much older than her. Much stronger.
"Get off! Let me go!" she cried, though she knew it was useless. She squirmed under him, wincing and hissing as his blood spattered over her skin and clothes. "Let go, let me GO!"
Something happened. It was only a flash, but for one moment Gwen's voice seemed to almost double, as though there was a choir of her speaking, and it carried an undeniable sort of authority that seemed to almost deaden the air around them.
But it was only a moment. Then the world righted itself and she was stil pinned under the dhampir, clawing desperately at his face in an attempt to free herself.