"Who the hell are you?" The vampire rasped with blood spilling from his wounds as he clutched his leg.
He stared up at her with wide, fearful eyes. He had grossly underestimated her.
Sasha didn't answer. Her face remained impassive, a cold mask of concentration as she stepped closer.
With an almost impossible movement to follow, she crouched down and drove her blade deep into the vampire's chest, puncturing his heart with a sickening crunch.
The vampire gasped and convulsed. Sasha twisted the blade once, then withdrew it, watching as the life drained from his eyes. With a sharp tug, she reached into the wound and pulled out his heart.
The organ still faintly pulsed in her hand as she held it up while the vampire's body went limp.
His last words, a strangled whisper, were barely audible: "Who the hell... are you? I must inform..."
