Growling lowly at this realization, I bent down and unbuckled each shoe as quickly as I could (lamenting the fact that I hadn't worn my more basic slip-on heels), dropping them next to me against the wall of the alleyway. The last thing I needed was to break an ankle. Barefoot, I approached the vampire I had just thrown. He was slumped at an awkward angle in the shadows at the bottom of the wall and I had no doubt that I'd broken something when I threw him. Still, something told me he would heal fast enough and I needed to kill him before he could.
Once again I didn't get a chance to strike. I felt a rush of air and heard a low snarl behind me that signified the return of the first vampire. Apparently they healed pretty rapidly, as I'd definitely heard something crack when I threw him aga
