Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it.
George Bernard Shaw
No one said anything. Not for a long time. The only noise that filled the unnaturally quiet City Street was the breathing of the five women who stood on the street corner, absorbing what they had discovered. Then the silence was broken.
"Why not us?" Jennifer Hewitt asked quietly. "Why aren't we like them?"
"Because of our connection." Helen explained, sitting down on the curb. Because we're bonded together the way we are this whole whatever it is doesn't effect us."
"Are you actually serious?" Neve vocalised her confusion. "Are you actually saying that this is going to be the end of the world?"
"Look at it Neve." Uma pointed up to the black sky. "This is all the signs. Just like in the Bible. And the people are waiting in their euphoria for it to happen."
"Euphoria? Helen, what you say was inside that girls head, that didn't sound like euphoria to me."
"Well either way what the hell can we do about it?"
There was no answer to be given. Again there was silence. Again Jennifer broke it.
"So are we going to heaven or hell?"
All four turned to look at Kate Winslett, sitting calmly on the steps of an office building. "If we assume this is all Biblical then you have to take your rational from the Bible." She continued.
"So what?" Jennifer demanded. "Oh. You mean because of the whole... sex thing?"
Kate hopped up to her feet, almost casual as she walked. "Well technically no. I think there's actually a loophole about lesbianism in the bible but then you get those all through history. It's always been easier for the gay women, legally at least."
Several sighs were released.
"But if you're following the Old Testament then we're really in trouble."
"Well unless you burnt an offering on an altar last time you had your period you're in trouble."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Well I'm not. It's in there. Leviticus. And that's not all, wool with Linen, wet dreams, sex out of marriage..... Don't you guys get it?"
The women didn't know how to respond.
"If this really is judgement day then there's going to be a whole heap of judging and sod all redemption."
"You mean..." Helen asked, her voice trembling in fear.
"Yes. EVERYONE's going to hell."
Can't sleep. Need to sleep.
Have to move, have to run.
Voices screaming. Voices inside.
Won't stop, never stop.
Doing it doesn't help. Taking the stuff doesn't help.
It should help. Should help, meant to help.
But nothing helps.
So angry. So hateful.
Violence. Need violence.
Killing helps. Killings good.
Worked once. Work again.
Need to stop voices. Have to stop them.
Have to keep running. Have to...........
The corridors were all empty. No people moving. No room service. No answer on any of the phones. Nothing. Where was everybody? It didn't make any sense. She'd slept in late. Real late. But she'd got to bed late too. Must have been about four. She'd got back earlier but couldn't get to sleep. She got that sometimes. Her solution was to lie in bed and read. Usually it worked. It seemed to have done so this time. She remembered the clock hitting four but not much after that. When she'd awoken she found the book lying on her covers. She'd lost her page but it didn't really matter. She'd be able to pick up where she left off.
She got some late, late breakfast out of the fridge at about two in the afternoon. She ate it, still reading then took a shower before getting dressed.Only upon exiting her room did she notice that everyone was missing. She'd searched the entire building but there was nothing. Only answering machines were on the other end of the line, even to places she knew should be answering. It made no sense at all. Fear had attached itself to her thoughts now, a cold fear and speculation about what might be occurring. In reality she had no idea. She was an innocent girl, at least she thought of herself that way. She had no idea what had happened.
Or what was to come.
"What do you think is going to happen?"
"I don't know. I don't even know what IS happening."
"It's nuts. You know that? This whole thing is crazy."
"They're all zombies or something."
"So what do we do now?"
"It's getting dark. I think we should just get something
to eat and go to sleep."
"You think that will help?"
"I don't think it can hurt."
"Maybe this is all some nightmare."
"So why are we in it together?"
"Because we're in everything together now."
"Yeah. I guess so. Maybe this will all be over in the morning."
" I hope so... Are you scared?"
"Me too honey..... me too.."
Drifting in and out of dream. That was what it felt like. Everything would be so peaceful and then suddenly it would hit her, jerking your body and mind. Then it would be peaceful again. She never saw it coming, even when she knew what it was going to be. That was the idea. It was sort of like surprising her into learning. Every time it hit she felt her body spasm, even though she knew there was no point in doing so. She didn't try and fight it anymore. It felt so good. So good. It always did. It always had. Almost like an orgasm but not quite the same. Nothing was quite the same as those raw burst of white hot sexuality flooding through her veins. She loved that feeling. She didn't live for it but she loved it nonetheless. She shivered again, another hit slamming into her memory. It was intense, more so than she was used to but she was fine. She liked it. She loved it. And there was a good reason for it this time. When the time came, she would be ready.
"So what now?" Jennifer asked.
"I guess we find some food and shelter somewhere. I bet there are some free five star hotels around." Uma smiled at the thought.
"Know any ground level honeymoon suites?" Helen asked as she stood, unable to avoid looking up at the dark sky and the eerie red of the moon through the ash.
"Why?" Uma asked, slightly confused.
"Strange as it seems, I'd like to keep things free. So we can move out as soon as we need to."
"Fair enough. I think I know a place close to here."
"Why would there be ground level suites?" Neve asked as they began to follow Uma along the street.
Jennifer smiled and put her arm around Neve. "Well Neve, sometimes people aren't to interested in the view."
It got a nervous laugh from all the women save Kate. She was still thinking, formulating hypotheses for their situation. If this was the end of the world then there wasn't much they could do. But if it wasn't then something very odd was happening. Something very odd indeed.
The foyer of what was supposed to be a bustling hotel was abandoned save for the one figure who paced back and forth, scouring her knowledge for answers. So far none had arrived. Kate Winslett, sighed, taking a deep breath and starting a new train of thought. She knew it wasn't healthy for her mental state to keep thinking about this but she couldn't help it. At any rate there weren't really any others she could talk to. Helen was asleep, having been woken up early in the morning when all this had started. Of all of them she seemed to be the most frightened and edgy. It was odd really, as long as Kate had known her, ever since she regained control from her dark side at least, Helen had been a pillar of strength. Now she was scared. It wasn't all that out of place. Kat was scared too.
Uma was meditating over their situation and Neve and Jennifer had gone to bed. By the sounds Kate heard as she passed the door they hadn't gone to SLEEP but they had definitely gone to bed. Not that Kate could complain. If you were going to go out of this world then you might as well do it in the arms of one you loved. Kate couldn't sleep and, though she would have been welcome if she asked, she didn't want to join the other pair either. Instead she paced and thought, paced and thought, almost as if her wearing down of the carpet could compensate for the hundreds of feet that should be flattening.
The people were still out on the streets. Now they were huddled together with blankets looking like queues for some massive rock concert. They were still immovable, sleep walking even as they slept. Waiting. They were waiting for something to come. That much was clear but exactly what it would be none of them knew. This was what Kate had to consider. Dias Iraes. Judgement day.
It didn't feel right. It all seemed too odd. And every time she spun on her heel to walk back the way she'd come Kate felt she was one step closer to the truth. She sighed again and looked around her. The hall seemed so empty and silent, so wrong.
"I can help you."
Kate spun on her heel, almost twisting her ankle as she did so. The source of the voice was a woman sitting on one of the decorative chairs. She sat in silence staring up at Kate, as the red head looked her over. It was no one Kate knew, that much was certain. The woman seemed to be wearing similar clothes to what she was, jeans and a blouse though the jeans were black not blue and the blouse was dark green. She wore a heavy looking black leather jacket that hung loose but failed to hide a slim figure. Her hair seemed to stream like black water down her back in a long ponytail.
"Who... who are you?" Kate stammered, wondering exactly where this woman had come from.
"My name is Iris Lockwood. I.. I saw lights on in here. I'm glad there are others. Do you know what's happening?"
"No. We don't know."
"How many of us are there?"
"Four others. They're... sleeping."
"How could you sleep at a time like this?"
"You look like you need it."
"Not really. I'm just a little stressed."
"You should relax. Sit down."
Kate nodded in agreement and slumped down on the sofa next to Iris.
"Iris.. You say you know what's happening."
"I think so."
"Kate. I don't think.."
"How did you know my name?"
"Are you kidding? You're Kate Winslett."
"Oh yeah. For a moment there I forgot."
"Kate you need to relax. You can't think unless you relax."
"Yeah. I guess so. I'm just worried."
"Don't worry Kate. Worrying won't help. Just relax... Relax....."
"Yeah." Kate sighed again, letting the air clear her blocked up mind.
"Just relax Kate... Relax... Breath in... and out.. In ... and Out."
Kate followed the instructions of the woman, closing her eyes and taking deeper and deeper breaths. It felt good to just sit down and relax.
"Does that feel better Kate?"
"Yes." Kate smiled happily.
"Yes. It feels good doesn't it. Just relax. Relax. You must be feeling very hot."
"Yes. So hot. The heat is soaking into you. It feels so hot here. So hot."
Kate considered the prickling on her skin. It WAS hot. She could feel it. She reached out her hand and unbuttoned her collar.
"Yes. That feels better doesn't it Kate?"
"But you're still hot. Keep going."
"Still too hot." Kate agreed, continuing to undo her blouse till they were all done.
"No more buttons."
"But you're still hot Kate. Maybe you should undo your fly too?"
Kate nodded slowly, unbuttoning her fly and feeling the cool air run onto her hot skin. It felt so good that she kept sliding her jeans down until they were a pile on the floor. She shrugged her blouse of too, sitting in her underwear, letting the air cool her warm body.
"How do you feel now Kate?"
"Yes. You feel. Good. You feel so good. The air feels so good. You want to feel it on your breasts Kate. You want the cold air to touch your tits."
"Yes.. my tits..."
Kate reached around and unclasped her bra, letting her bosom fall free. She lay back, chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
"Very good Kate. Very good. Can you feel the air?"
"Yes. It feel so good."
The woman leant over and gently blew on the exposed breasts. Kate quivered, goose bumps rising on the tender flesh. The red lips continued to blow cool air onto the skin, more than goose bumps beginning to rise. Kates breath became deeper and deeper. She shivered as she felt the tip of a tongue dart out and lick her rising nipples. She felt like saying something but part of her was enjoying it so much. The lips pressed against her skin, licking and sucking at her, swirling around in maelstrom of pleasure. The tongue rose up higher and higher, stroking her flesh, tracing a line of saliva over her chest, around her shoulder. The lips began to kiss Kates neck, softly at first then firmer and firmer until it was almost painful. Kate tried to cry out but somehow her voice was silent. She felt a sudden jolt, almost like electricity then the sucking seemed to resume stronger than before. She wasn't worried any more. Everything seemed to be miles and miles away, further every second.
Kate heard the distant voice, felt herself dropping to the ground though she hadn't felt herself being lifted. She looked up at Iris, her pale features dripping with red. Weakly Kate raised her hand, feeling the slickness on her neck. She lifted it to her face, seeing the red stain of blood. Her blood. She tried to scream but nothing came. Only blackness.
Iris stood up, wiping the blood away from her face, smile baring her sharp white fangs. "Don't worry." Iris smiled, staring intently at her new prey. "Everything will be fine. Just fine."
"F...fine." the reply came in a stammer.
Iris smiled further, eyes piercing into the dazed woman. "Yes. Everything will be fine." She took a few steps closer. "Everything will be just fine. You feel so good. So good."
"Feel so good." repeated the monotone voice.
"Yes. You feel so good." The vampire stepped in for the kill. "You feel so...."
She shut up as a wooden stake ripped through her chest and heart. Gurgling incoherently as her flesh melted away, Iris looked up to see the woman, no longer dazed, no longer passive.
"NOW I feel good." Winona smiled grimly.
Souls. There were souls this way. Real ones, live ones, ones which offered sustenance. It was so frustrating; the streets lined with helpless victims yet none of them were worth anything. They needed the free ones. They were coming for them. And they would get them.
Umas concentration was broken the moment she heard the door burst open. Even though she saw it with her own eyes she didn't know what to think. Winona Ryder had just burst in carrying Kate who was only in briefs and had a bloody neck. Something was definitely amiss.
Winona dumped Kate down onto a bed and reached into her backpack. "She's been bitten. Unless we act now she'll turn within the next couple of hours."
"Turn? Bitten? By what?"
"By a vampire." Winona fished out a plastic bottle from her bag.
"What's going on?" Jennifer asked, appearing at her door with a sheet wrapped around her naked body.
"I wish I knew." Uma shrugged.
Jennifer hurried out into the room, dropping the sheet but knowing none of the women here would care. Neve followed a second later in her tee shirt and boxers.
"Jeez! What the hell is this?" Jennifer looked down at Kates mostly naked and bloody body. Kate was moaning and twitching but didn't seem to notice her friends.
Winona didn't answer, instead drawing a hypodermic needle from the bag and filling a syringe from the bottle.
"Win?" Neve asked. "What the hell is that?" She was referring to the icky brown substance Winona was about to inject into the injured woman.
Winona didn't respond until she was already injecting the substance into Kates neck. "Holy water mixed in a saline solution. Also some strong sedatives.
The voice seemed so commanding that the three women did so, even as Kate went into wild spasms. After half a minute the shaking stopped and Kate began to breathe regularly.
"The water infuses the cells and kills the vampiric infection. The tranquilliser just makes it less painful for her."
"Win.. Is.. Are you serious?"
"Do I look serious?" Winona asked seriously.
"Kate was bitten by a vampire?" Neve asked doubtfully.
"And where is it now?"
"I killed it."
"So Kate might become a vampire too?"
"Not now. But she also won't be up and about for about half a day, which is a bastard."
"Why?" Uma tried to get a balance of the situation.
"Because," Winona said packing away her stuff, "there are plenty of other vampires out there tonight and as far as I can tell they're all heading right here."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Helen asked, rubbing her eyes slightly, having only recently risen from her sleep.
"Look it's nothing personal. I mean, I only realised the way things were going about four months ago. I mean the whole vampire slayer thing seemed out of it to me too. But I guess it's just something I was born with. Like all our latent powers. Maybe it wasn't until my induction into the Sisterhood that my abilities developed.
"What abilities? Uma queried, passing around a packet of biscuits.
It wasn't exactly staple food but they were all hungry enough to eat them. "You've never shown any great psychic potential before."
"Not to anyone here. I.. I sort of went along with a lot of it. Don't get me wrong, I like what we have, what we've done. I just don't tell you everything. I've never told anyone. Don't tell me you don't have secrets too?"
Uma shuffled nervously but didn't reply.
"So what exactly are vampires? I mean how true to all the movies and stuff?" Neve asked, her arms wrapped tightly around Jennifer who reciprocated the support.
"Pretty much everything as far as I can tell. Silver, stakes through the heart and holy water. They don't cast reflections but they do cast shadows, they can travel across flowing water."
"Flight, transformation and super strength?"
"None of the above, thank God. I mean they're strong but not that much stronger. Imagine a supercharged human, pushed to its peaks. When they want to they can move like that. I think it's to do with the physiology. I don't think they get tired. Their bodies regenerate fast too. And of course they do have mental powers, like we do I guess. That was what got Kate. I just wish I'd got here sooner. They aren't easy things to hunt you know."
"I'm glad you got here at all. What about crosses."
"No. And that's a weird one. I can't figure the holy water thing but it works. I don't even believe in God."
"Well," Helen replied, "from the looks of things you might not have a choice."
"How do you mean?"
Helen began to explain.
Closer. Closer. Silently they moved through the night. They moved like a pack through the shadows, sensing the prey in ahead. One creature, alone, scared. They could taste the sweat and fear in the air. It was what spurred them onwards. Tonight they would not go hungry.
"This is really bad." Winona absorbed what she'd been told.
Helen nodded. Jennifer clung tighter to Neve. "The bible mentions the dead rising from the grave too Win."
"Yeah well that happens every sundown."
"Wait a minute." Jennifer realised suddenly, "With all those people brain dead out there it must be like a buffet for these things."
"That's what I thought at first but I followed a couple of them. The walked near the crowds then moved away. They looked frustrated. I think they might have found the same thing you all did. You see these creatures like to feed on souls. I mean technically it's the blood but it has to be from a live spirited human. Those mobs are hardly spirited. They like to.. stimulate their victims and everyone out there is beyond communication."
"So they're going to go for those that are still awake?"
"Right," Uma began, "If you're right then we're going to have to fight these things. We may as well be ready for them. How many are we talking here?"
"They're not that common. I'd say there'll be about fifteen of them."
"That's still three to one. What advantages do we have?"
"I have an assortment of weapons. You might be able to fight them on the mental plane but it's risky. Our best bets are just use the conventional techniques and hope they work. You might want to use those powers to over clock your systems a little, just to give us an edge."
"We need every advantage we can get. Helen, I think this is your department?"
"Yeah.. okay... Win out sort out the armoury and get Kate in a safe place. Neve, Jen, get in a circle. This isn't going to be easy..."
She heard them behind her. Once she might have missed the sound but her senses were sharper now, honed by the changes she had been through. She knew they were coming for her. She would be ready when they did.
Neve Campbell fumbled with the silver knuckles on her fist, trying to adjust them to be more comfortable but failing. Close beside her she could see Jennifer flexing her wrist with the knife griped tightly in her hand. They were all waiting. They were all nervous with the exception of Winona. She sat cross-legged on the floor eyes not moving away from the glass doors of the foyer. Helen wiped the sweat from her brow, trying to move her hair away from her face but failing. She was shaking, she knew it but despite trying and using her mental abilities she was unable to control her anxiety. Uma stood, tall and grim, waiting for whatever might come for them. She didn't know if what was happening was related to their situation or not. That didn't matter. It didn't matter that all this was beyond belief either. All that mattered was survival. If they had to defend themselves and Kate against a pack of vampires then they would, logic or no logic.
Then the mobs were at the doors. They seemed to glance at the five women for a second but didn't pause for an instant. The vampires were through the door in a flash, running across the floor to meet their prey. Things were not what they expected. They lacked the element of surprise.
Winona sprung into action, whipping out a stake and burying in the chest of the leading creature. Seconds later the others followed.
Chaos broke out in the foyer.
The dark creatures, male and female all sought out prey among the women.
Neve lashed out her fist at a nearing woman, smashing her cheekbone and sending her reeling back. As she did so, Neve could see the charred mark where the silver had burned into the skin pale white skin. Beside her Jennifer stabbed with her knife at a thing male vampire that forced her to the ground. She smelt the smouldering flesh of the creature as her knife burned within it. Though he screamed in pain her still fought, pushing her down onto the rich red carpet.
On the other side of the room Helen moved, jumping over one of the tables with athleticism she used to lack. Her change of mental state had allowed some control over the functions of her body. Thus she could move with more grace than ever before. She was nowhere near a gymnast but any advantage was good enough. One of the ravenous creatures dove after her, only to find it's face splashed with a vial of holy water, immediately beginning to corrode it's face.
Uma was in a similar situation, keeping two creatures at bay with a silver stake and a spray can of silver nitrate. The sprayed quick burst through the air, each one sending her prey back a few steps only to close in again.
Winona battled another two, fighting them off with her own style of martial arts. She'd had to learn exactly how to do the job she'd been thrust into. Luckily she'd found numerous arcane texts through various sources, one of them illustrating the best techniques for fighting vampires hand to hand. It had come in handy more than once in the past and this time was no different. All her weapons were in the hands of her friends who no doubt needed them more than she did. She grabbed the wrist of a reaching arm and snapped in back, an audible breaking sound ripping through the air. She tugged and flipped the creature to the floor, knowing that, unless you pulverised it the bone would heal in half a minute. Meanwhile she could concentrate on the other creature.
Jennifer was unable to resist gagging at the stench of the burning flesh. As she did she felt a hand press against her forehead and drive her down into the floor. The carpet was thick but not so thick as to prevent her brain from reeling at the blow. For a second she let go of the knife in her hand and she felt a vicelike grip constrict about her wrist. She tried to lash out with her free hand but that too became pinioned. Looking through the haze of pain she looked up at the leering creature which pinned her to the ground. Its pale, features seemed lifeless but the eyes were very much alive. Deep dark pools that seemed to bore deep into Jennifer's soul. She knew she should look away but somehow she was unable to. Every passing second she felt herself fighting less and less.
Neve punched at the creature again, leaning forward and putting her full body weight into the blow. It would hurt her hand late that was for sure but for now she couldn't feel the pain. That was one of the advantages of the hypnotic suggestions that Helen had placed on her and Jennifer. They wouldn't feel as much pain or fatigue during their battle. It was something similar to the beserk warriors of ancient Europe though far more subtle. Once the fight was over and they caught up with themselves then they would be in need of serious rest. If they survived of course. They were willing to risk the later discomfort if it meant surviving. This punch broke the skin of the creature, dislocating its jaw in a steaming mass of black flesh. As it lay writhing, Neve leant over and punched it directly between the eyes. She felt her fist pass into the skull of the creature. She felt the burning skin decay within the creatures brain.She felt sick. She felt a jarring blow to the back of her neck. If not for the hypnotic blocks she might have blacked out from the pain. As it was she reeled forward, gasping for breath. She spun around only to connect with another blow to her arm. This time she felt her nerves go numb at the impact. Staggering backward she did her best to fend off the attack.
Helen and a female vampire rolled across the carpe, tugging and pulling at each other. Neither could get a good hold before the other managed to break it. They smashed over a table, a vase shattering on the floor beside them. Helen felt the impact against the wooden surface jar her head. The instant of weakness was all the vampire needed to pin her down. Helen looked up in the face of her attacker. She gazed into the deep hypnotic eyes of the woman.
"All right," Helen growled, "Have it your way."
She stared into the dark portals with all her might, burning her way into the dark soul of the creature. Suddenly both of them froze; their minds locked in combat while their bodies were stock-still.
Jennifer felt her mind slipping away, lost into those infinitely deep eyes. She knew she should fight. She was supposed to. But it was so hard to fight them. And it was so easy to let herself go, to let herself travel deeper and deeper into the soul of her attacker.
In the dark street they pounced on her. She was a small girl, non-threatening. At least that was what they thought. The first creature ran forward only to find that the girl side-stepped with impossible speed. As it came to a halt it felt a searing pain it was unaccustomed to. It tried to scream but failed. Turning he saw the girl, standing with a bloody mass in her fist. She had torn his throat out.
A second creature ran forth only to meet a spinning foot that crushed his rib cage. A female vampire dived for the girl only to find herself shrugged off, slammed through a shop window. For a second all three attackers stopped and looked at their supposed prey. In the dim street light she was smiling. It was a passion for bloodlust, for violence they had never seen outside their own kind. They had expected a normal girl. They had got a chemically enhanced, psychotic killer. The first creature lashed out quickly but not quickly enough.
The girl grabbed it and jumped, pulling it over the broken window glass, searing the flesh to the bone. Without letting go of the arm the girl smashed down her foot, crushing the skull of the cut female. Vampires were tough. They were not immortal in every way. Do enough damage fast enough and they would die just as any humans. The female died with a scream in her throat. The girl sliced the arm three more times in three more places and then broke it, pushing the beast to the ground. Through the pain the injured vampire looked up at her with a fear he hadn't felt for many years.
She was skipping. She was humming. She was systematically breaking every one of the second vampires ribs and she was doing it to music. Finally she pulled out a shard of broken glass and drove it through the creatures brain. Without a pause or second of remorse she turned back to the remaining vampire. His arm was almost healed when she broke it again. She sat over him almost casually and grasped the side of his head, beating it against the concrete as she hummed to herself. In the last terrified moments of the vampires second life he recognised the tune.
"Hit me baby one more time." she sung happily to herself.
And Britney Spears crushed his head into the concrete.
Uma sprayed at the closing vampires, realising that she was backing up against a wall. Deciding it was time to make a break she leant forward and sprayed one of the vampires in the face. Unfortunately the other took the advantage. While one vampire was reeling back in dying agony, the other slashed it sharp nails across Umas chest, shredding the shirt and bra she was wearing. For a second Uma was shocked and in that second the creature had grabbed her arm and twisted it back, forcing her to her knees. Before she could reach for her weapon another vampire appeared, grasping her other arm and forcing her down to the floor, helpless to prevent the remains of her top from being removed.
Neve tried to stand but felt her legs give way as a blow connected with them. She tumbled back onto one of the couches in a flurry of pillows. She felt her head being pulled back, being forced to face her attacker. One hand wrapped around her neck, constricting her air, the other gripped the top of her head, squeezing and cutting of her blood flow. And all the time two dark eyes bored into her own.
Helen charged the woman, smashing her through the glass window. They fell for miles, flailing leaping, flying through the air, each trying to alter the reality they were in, each trying to beat the other at their own game.
Uma tried to break free but the arms held her firm. She felt cold fingers exploring, stroking her exposed chest, teasing her nerves with eerie efficiency. She felt the hands begin to knead and massage her breasts, feeling immediately that her nipples were rising in response. Turned her head to one side, looking across the room.
Helen was locked in a mental battle. Jennifer and Neve seemed to be succumbing to the creatures. Winona was doing her best fighting three to one but seemed to be tiring. They were losing. These vampires were going to win. Uma gasped as she felt a hand pressing through her jeans into her crotch. Unwillingly she looked up, looking into the face, into the eyes of the creature which was touching her. It focussed on her, eyes boring into her own. She felt the pleasure of her body sapping her will to fight. The eyes of the creature seemed to flare.
Then it's brain haemorrhaged.
Uma winced as the creature shook then tumbled, blood seeming to flow from every orifice of its head. A second later she felt a twitch and the creature holding her released its grip tumbling to the floor too. She looked up to see a figure clad in black leaping into the room. When two vampires attacked the woman, as was obvious by her figure, she responded by kicking one three metres through the air and flipping the other to the ground, breaking its neck. Behind her Uma saw a second figure also in black, this time a male. He raised a large pistol and fired at the vampire that was holding Neve on the couch. Nothing seemed to happen. There was no visible bullet or blast from the gun. However the vampire shuddered and fell to the ground dead just the same. Uma looked at Jennifer who lay gazing up into the face of the vampire who was now rubbing the mesmerised girls breasts without any resistance. That was until the creatures head was booted halfway across the room by the woman in black, still attached to its body. The man fired again, this time at the three fighting Winona. One fell to the floor and the slayer was able to put a stake through the heart of another. The woman in black did a cartwheel over the floor, picking up a silver dagger as she did and plunged it into the heart of the one remaining creature. For a second or two there was silence. Then Helen pushed the catatonic vampire from off her and shook her head, trying to get a grip of reality.
Jennifer and Neve regained some of their senses and went to each other for comfort. Performing her job with ruthless efficiency, Winona set about driving stakes through the hearts of the vampires that still lived.
Uma got to her feet; arms folded across her chest as the two figures, both heavily armed crossed the room. The woman pulled off her mask to reveal a serious face surrounded by long black hair. She said nothing. Then the man pulled off his mask. Uma dropped her arms in shock. Not that there was anything to hide. He'd seen it all before.
"Hello Uma." He said nervously, "Long time no see."
She stood for a moment, wondering how to reply, trying to judge her own expression. Finally she found the only words she could.
"Hello Billy." She replied coldly.