She moved her position about sat, her posture alert and ready for a battle.

She carried a silver dagger and that shone, adding to the hope of murdering countless of her adversaries but those were insufficient to overwhelm them.

Amelia was not going to let that happen without a firm resistance, however. If this was going to be the last time she was going to encounter vampires, let them remember her for the hell of a struggle.

The initial attack was an attempt of treachery and it was executed from the back.

Amelia gazed up and felt the rush of cool air as gigantic claws were moved over her head,...