Ellen
A scream erupts from my throat as Lydia slashes at me with her long, razor-sharp claws. I can’t dodge her blows in time and end up falling into the cold snow once she hits my right arm. Blood pools around me, and I groan at the needle-like pain that’s spreading over me.
Is this actually happening? Am I really getting attacked by a freaking vampire?! I guess being packless is dangerous in more ways than one...fuck.
My eyes take their time to adjust to the bright light coming from a street light. Snow is circling down from the sky, and the light brings out Lydia’s ugliness.
Pureblooded vampires are so disgusting when they transform. The Underworld movie did them no justice. My skin is seriously crawling from just looking Lydia in the eyes.
“A packless, helpless little werewolf,” s
