Both the men that has stopped Adele were wearing "hunter" costumes, though one is shirtless with just a vest and the other wears a tight black sheer t-shirt. Both had the kind of predatory grins that made Adele's stomach drop.
"Thank you?… How?"
"By helping him release some steam...." the man in the sheer top said, moving his hand over his grion area as if adjusting something, ".....and mine too!" Just thinking about it made him excited and his smile widened.
"I–I don't understand…...I–I really need to go." she said, trying to move around as panic swelled within her.
The one in the vest steps into her path again. "What's with the urgency, Miss? The party has only just started.....and things are only beginning to heat up now."
"You just got here, didn't you?" the other one said, moving to block her other side. "We saw you come in. That's some serious commitment to the theme." he said while playing with her long mascot ear.
Adele sensed them boxing her in, and her back touched the wall.
"I need to leave, right now." she repeated, slightly terrified looking at the man with vest. "Please.... let me pass..."
"Come on, don't be like that," the man in the vest coaxed her, his hand meeting his friend's on her other side in a casual high-five. "You went to all this trouble with the costume. We though, probably to lure some hunters. Might as well have some fun with us."
"Please, I...I made a mistake. I should....."
"Mistake?" the one in the sheer top laughed. "Nah, you're exactly in the right place, your over-the-top costume says so!" He licked his lips. "By the way, I'm loving the whole innocent roleplay thing you've got going on."
"No, you're not understanding, I really am..."
"Even better," the vest one purred, as he reached out and snatched her carrot purse from her hand. "Innocent.Miss.Rabbit, all alone in foreign territory, two big bad hunters, preying on her... " He placed one hand against the wall, blocking her escape from one side. "I'm really into it."
Her insides trembled. "Give it back!" she said raising her voice slightly.
"Oh! Feasty!" The man in the sheer shirt said, planting his other hand on the wall and caging Adele between them. He turned to his friend with a grin. "Seems like she really is our type."
"We can give Little Rabbit taste of our carrots ....and she can have even more to her heart's content." That comment made the other laugh.
Adele paused and it took her a moment to understand the meaning behind the man, who was touching his crotch area.
"Don't worry, we'll make it worth your while," vest one promised, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of her costume. "Promise, we'll be gentle with the shy little Rabbit."
"No!" Adele twists away, yanking herself free of his grip on the zipper. "Don't touch me!"
"Playing hard to get? Even hotter."
"I will scream if you touch me again."
"Scream, baby," the other man laughs softly. "That's exactly what we want, scream in ecstasy."
Horror crashes over Adele in waves. She tries to slip out from between them, but she is yanked back against the wall by force.
The man in the sheer top reaches for her mascot head. "Let's see that pretty face..."
"No!" Adele grabs the head with both paws, holding it in place desperately. If they take it off, if they see who she is....., if anyone here recognizes her.....
Both men laughed at her resistance, while she froze from shock. She felt bare, vulnerable and disoriented.
"Okay, okay," Vest one said, his hands raised in a mock surrender. "You wanna keep the mask on? We're both fine with that. Actually makes it kinkier."
Once again, Adele felt a hand on her back. She felt the zipper of her costume slide down, the loud music, their constant laughter, her frozen response all blending into a fuzzy nothingness.
"No, stop, please—" was the only thing Adele could say.
"Relax," the sheer one murmured close to where her ear would be beneath the costume, as she was being held by vest man. "We're all here for the same thing. No need to be shy about—"
—THUD!
Within seconds, the hand on her zipper vanishes. Adele spins her head around, while still being held by the vest man and sees the sheer-T-shirt man's body colliding hard with the cold floor.
The impact left him dazed, his eyes losing focus as his head connected with the surface with a thud. A warm and sticky sensation began to trickle down the back of his head, and his hazy mind managed to deduce that it was his own blood, slowly dripping onto the floor.
"Bastard! Don't you know who I a-"
As he looked up, a large fist crashed into his face, preventing him from completeing his sentence. The sickening sound of bone cracking- the unmistakeable breaking of his nose- filled the air. He emitted a small, pitiful whimper.
"What the hell?!" vest one lunges forward, abandoning Adele entirely.
That's when Adele saw a man's strong back, his raven-black disheaveled hair, and his cleched bloodied fist, which he had used to break a werewolf's nose. He was wearing just a simple sky shirt with sleeves rolled up to his muscular biceps and dark slacks, which was completely out of place in this den of debauchery.
Adele could feel a cold fury radiating from him and his rage in the charged air.
The fight that followed was brutal and efficient.
Under the swirling purple and pink lights, the dark-haired man moved like water, fluid but lethal. The dark-haired man's leg-kick connected with vest one's jaw in a movement so fast that Adele barely saw it. He crashed backward into a table, shattering the drinks while taking the table down with him.
The two recovering from their intial beating, gets up and gang-up against him. T-shirt swings wild, and charges at him. The black-haired man sidesteps easily doging his attack, and drives his elbow into T-shirt's ribs, followed with a knee that doubles him over.
Meanwhile the vest, charged from behind. The raven-haired man pivots, catches his arm mid-swing, and uses his own momentum to slam him face-first into the dance floor. The sound of impact cracks through even the heavy bass.
A crowd had formed around them now. Partygoers abandoned their activities to watch, some cheered, some recorded the fight on their phones.
"Get him!" Both attackers moved at once this time, trying to overwhelm him with numbers.
But it didn't work.
The dark-haired man caught T-shirt's punch, twisted his wrist at an angle that made the man scream, and used him as a shield when vest tried to tackle. They collide and went down in a tangle. The raven-haired man was on them immediately—he gave a precise strike to T-shirt's temple that left him limp, another to Shirtless's jaw that snaped his head back against the floor.
Both attackers now lay unconscious, bloodied at his feet. The whole fight lasted maybe fifty-five seconds.
The victorious man stoods over the T-shirt one, breathing only slightly harder than normal. He slides his clean hand through his disarrayed black hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and then his eyes—bright, burning red in the dim light snap toward Adele.