Jake stared in horror as Vincent sank to the ground, a wooden stake jutting from his chest.
“I am also quite capable of smelling out a vampire!” shouted Davey… Ol’ Man Wickleberry.
Jake stepped towards Vincent, reaching to pull the stake out. It might already be too late, but he had to try. The creature that had plunged the stake in growled and lashed out. Backhanding Jake across the face, sending him flying a dozen feet before he crashed into a tree. Jake slammed down onto the ground, wincing at the sounds of breaking glass from his pack.
The blow alone would have killed any normal person. The impact with the tree would have done the same. They both hurt Jake, but neither were fatal. He was far from a normal person now. He wasn’t supernatural, not a vampire like Vince or gifted
