The shooting sounds in the hotel room echoed in the walls, cries, shouts and curses too. But none were aimed at Kian, instead, they were all aimed at the woman with long black hair, with blood-red eyes and fangs.
"Shoot that bitch!"
"Kill her!"
The mercenaries jumped from one side to another in fear, shooting everywhere without aiming. The vampire woman moved with great speed, almost as if she were a shadow, a breath. Leaving behind fear and shivers before taking one of them by the neck and biting him until she was filled with blood.
"This is not working," said one of the mercenaries, "Run!"
The bullets did not penetrate her armor of vampire flesh, thick, hard, and now burning like fire. She could melt bullets and burn iron, not to mention skin and bone.
Allan and Kian were watching from across the hall without care nor fear, so different from Jasper standing behind them.
