Lifeblood

Drago didn't make it past Anya before she stepped before her ever so slightly, making Drago almost jump back at the sudden closeness. She didn't want to have physical contact with this woman, not even for a second. Drago frowned at Anya's words ever so slightly, her phobia wasn't exactly small but she was usually good at hiding or fighting through it. But Anya just made Drago's feelings boil close to the surface.
"It's none of your business whether I act nervous or not, and I surely won't explain myself to you."

But Anya wasn't finished, and continued on to ponder why Drago acted like she did. And she guessed right, making Drago flinch ever so slightly. But she refused to react in any other way, and instead adopted a cold expression. But Drago couldn't stop her fists from closing into loose fists.
"I repeat, none of your business. I refuse to tell you anything that might give you any leverage over me."

Drago was a tolerant person, and they were good at dealing with bullshit in a cool, straight-laced manner. But when it came to the people she cared about Drago had a boiling temper that was quick to go over the edge. Especially since she knew Shiro's hardships, and how broken their mind was, the young bakeneko was close to Drago's heart. Thus hearing the things Anya said about Shiro, how she blatantly bragged about the way she had used them, that made Drago see red. Almost literally, since she looked at Anya with held back rage and her eyes were glowing red.

Somewhere at the back of her mind Drago knew the rage and aggression was exactly what Anya wanted, it was what she fed on, so to say. The moment Drago lost control was also when she lost to Anya. Drago wasn't mad about how Shiro had told Anya more, of course Shiro would, they were suspectible to the kind of affection Anya offered. Dragomir had been there. But the way Anya talked so lightly about something that was tearing Shiro apart, Drago couldn't forgive that.
Drago forgot her fear as she stepped near Anya and grabbed the front of her shirt. Drago was much taller than Anya, and looked down at her. No matter who looked at them would see that there was murder in Drago's eyes. And yet her voice was icy and calm when she spoke.

"I have lied twice today, so these words come straight from my heart. I won't hit you, or harm you, because that is what you want. But after all this is over know, that I will take immense pleasure in knowing that you get what you deserve. And after you get out from behind bars if you come even close to Shiro, or hurt them in any way, you will find yourself as a stone statue."

With those words Dragomir shoved Anya away, not wanting to touch her any longer than necessary.

Anya was good. She was very good at being absolutely vile and evil. Drago could almost feel her words crawling along her scalp and into her brain, infesting her thoughts with doubts. It was a nasty feeling, and what made it even nastier was that Anya knew what kinds of doubts Drago had about herself and her life.
As Anya attempted to leave Drago just couldn't hold it in anymore. She just went on and slapped Anya, not as hard as she could but hard enough to leave her own palm stinging quite a bit.
"Have fun in prison, you waste of life."
And with that Drago marched away, holding the hand she slapped Anya with against her chest. Her phobia was lifting its head, she had touched a vampire, had been threatened by one. When she got home Drago would have to maybe cry and hyperventilate some. Hopefully Dick wouldn't be home.