Rhapsody for a Wolf
If I hesitate further I will lose the element of surprise.
I cover distance with a speed no human could match. Bye-bye kebab, I think a little wistfully, then punch the wooden skewer, meat and all, into the fourth guy's back, between the ribs, into the heart. He must have been quite an old one, my mind tells me, as he crumbles into pretty much nothing but dust and shreds of clothing. Younger vampires usually leave more behind. No time to stop and ponder it, I have two more to deal with and vampires are no joke. They are as strong as us, as fast as us, and just as hard to hurt.
Sikat na Kabanata