Prerna
Prerna searched the area, where could she go? And could she leave these vampires here without protection? What if they broke? Would they die? Weren't they already dead?
Staring at the beast as it jumped effortlessly over the vampires and headed for her, she held out a hand. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her. Maybe it was good. But the fear in its eyes told another story.
She backed up step after step as it breathed angrily through its nose, steam flowing out in short bursts.
"I don't want to fight you," Prerna said, holding up both hands. "I'm not bad." She dared to stare at it, looking into its eyes. And she felt something for it beyond fear of the creature. She felt confused. She felt pity. "And maybe you're not either."
It had her cornered against the rock formation. She was on
