"York has fallen."
Natasha was barely able to eke out the following words before she was struck down by a strong force.
The creature had grabbed Natasha by the hair and slammed her hard into the wall.
Blood gushed out of her head and stained the wall as she slid down the ground.
Then the mutated vampire took a step closer and lifted Natasha's limp body up in the air.
Horrifically, its mouth split open and a tongue-like organ slivered out.
Ssssszzz sssssz. Like the hair raising sound of a snake passing through the grass slithered close.
Groggy but still conscious, Natasha was overcome with terror upon seeing such a grotesque sight.
However she knew she couldn't give up now. No. She wouldn't go down without a fight.
Once more, the banshee let out an ear piercing scream. It was the loudest, most desperate cry she had ever made.
Please. Please. Please work.
But it was no use.
