"Haah..." Victor panted heavily, his breaths ragged as he clutched his bleeding arm. He had gotten careless, and one of the vampires had sunk its fangs into him.
"DIE, YOU BASTARD!" he roared, raising his sledgehammer with both hands. With a sickening crunch, he slammed it down onto the vampire's head, reducing it to a pulpy mess of bone and flesh.
"Damn bloodsuckers," he spat, reaching into the pocket of his jacket for his antidote. But as his fingers searched frantically, his heart sank.
"What?!"
The antidote wasn't there.
"It seems you're having a hard time," a soft voice came from behind him. Victor spun around, his eyes widening in shock as he spotted her.
"Selena?" he stammered, disbelief lacing his tone.
She stood a few feet away, her expression calm but unreadable.
