At last, the fight was going their way, and with more numbers, Amy thought that they could turn this into a victory for female vampire power. In fact, we may even get some good pictures to go up on our Fangbook pages.
Then the crap hit the fan as the vamp that was just standing watching the fighting removed his helm. His scent hit the full-bloods like a lemon-scented wetwipe wrapped around a lump of granite. It no longer mattered that there were only a few of them left. We have lost!
Amy’s inner vamp took a vacation as she found herself thrown hard against a tombstone, and he had not even moved! He must have, she thought. Either that or he can brush me away with a flick of his fingers, which is impossible. She saw that Ice also received the same treatment and was lying stunned on the gro
