From BLOOD JUSTICE by David Burton:
A woman stood over Westly. She was ten feet tall from Justine’s viewpoint, with black leather pants and a short-waisted leather jacket topped by wild dark hair. Westly, on hands and knees, was picking up the pipe. He lunged at the woman. Too quick for Justine’s freaked out mind to comprehend, the woman snatched the pipe from Westly and smacked his head. Stunned, he offered no resistance when she lifted him up and dropped him on top of a dumpster.
Near death experience forgotten, Justine marveled at the woman’s strength and speed, where she herself had been so inadequate. What happened next convinced her she was experiencing a dark dream before she woke up in Hell.
The woman held Westly’s right arm, wrist up, and raised it to her mouth. She bit down hard. Westly uttered a brief cry. He thrashed about for fifteen seconds, helpless against the woman’s steady grip. Blood ran across his palm. He lay quiet then. Justine heard a faint sucking sound as the woman’s jaws worked at his wrist.
At last the woman released him. Head tilted back to face the sky, she let out a long satisfied, “Ahhhhh.” Then she turned to Justine. She had a slight French accent, easily understandable.
“I do hope I saved the correct person. You were trying to kill him, ne c’est pas?”
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