Arianna
The vampire on the right flew over his two comrades and landed in front of me. Wrapping his hand around my neck, his mouth opened, and his fangs elongated.
“I’m thirsty. You smell a bit to floral for my taste, but your blood will do,” he said.
Grabbing my knife, I swung it at his stomach, but he jumped out the way. Black floaters formed at the edge of my vision. My lungs were tight and painful, my body desperately needing air. A crash of glass in the distance allowed the sun to peaked through the dark tunnel. Lightning cracked, as energy flowed through me, and I unleashed that power into the vampire’s chest. He flew back from me, hitting the wall. The impact didn’t bother him, as he pressed his legs against the wall. He flew toward me, his claws and fangs exposed ready to do dam
