The Hunter and the Vampire
As my knees gave way, the blood loss making my head light, I slammed the blade into the side of her neck.
Before she could react, I yanked it out and dug it in again. She roared, writhing against me, and I clung to her like a limpet. I sawed the blade back and forth, its small length hardly up to the task. It would have to do. It was the only hope I had.
My blood – she was full of my blood. A vampire’s power came from human blood. As quickly as I was sawing, the wound was healing. I gritted my teeth, held my woozy head up as best I could, and sliced into the newly formed skin on her neck.
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