SHE DIDNT MAKE MANY MISTAKES and those she did almost got her killed. she also didnt make a habit out of trusting vampires either. that was her bad. most of the time she could tell when vampires were trying to reign themselves in, there was an unnatural look of hunger in their eyes. not much different from putting a cheeseburger in a dogs bowl and making them wait for it. the old ones were tricky though, they had a lot more practice. baby vamps were about as subtle as toddlers. none of them wouldnt have been able to hold onto any control surrounded by a fresh bodies, hell, it wouldve been a feat for someone pushing fifty.
she had gotten used to rath. he wasnt a saint but he wasnt slaughtering humans for fun, at least, not that she knew of. but knowing what he was capable of and trusting him were two very different things. she could count the number of people she truly trusted on two fingers and even then, it wasnt guaranteed. the problem was that she had walked into a situation that she couldnt explain. a blood bath that soaked into the wood planks of the dock all the way to the grassy hill just across. boatman, traders, security— even if she hadnt seen all the blood, the smell alone told her they had been ripped open. copper, stomach acid and human waste, nothing else in the world like it.
the necromancer barely had a chance to approach, his name had only come out of her mouth, her gun already drawn. it only took a second, a brief gasp before her body hit the ground with a painful thump to the back of her skull. the impact loosened her grip on her gun, instinct telling her to stop her own fall. his hand was around her throat, she could feel his nails dig into her flesh. she couldnt tell if the stickiness trickling down the back of her neck was sweat or blood. her air was getting short but by the way he reared his head back, he had no plans to choke her.
her gun was at an awkward angle where it slid away, her reaching fingers only able to wrap around the end of the butt. she slammed the broadside of the barrel of the browning hi-power into his open mouth like a horse bit, using all her strength to push against the sheer force of him. she didnt know if he was hungry, angry or reactionary, at this point it didnt matter. it didnt matter that he had never tried to eat her before. all that mattered was surviving.
“ rath! ” she hissed through her teeth, the hold he had almost choked back her voice, “ back off! ” she wasnt a screamer, never have been. much too pissed off for that horror movie shit.
her eyes bore into his, saliva dripped around the metal of her gun where his sharp teeth bared around it. the muscles in her arms shook, black dots began to impair her vision. she shouldve brought her other gun.
