The handle of the machete matched the white shade of her knuckles as she swung, not glazing over the slight pain of exertion in her shoulder but smirking none the less as the fanged head tumbled to the ground. The creature had released his grip, previously fastened around the throat of a man pinned to the wall, and he now took staggering breaths as he picked up his machete from the ground with a scrape of the blood stained concrete. Mar studied his face for a moment before noting the widening of his eyes. Turning, she muttered, "Oh fuck," as her eyes met two additional creatures. The taller of the two, being a man with dark hair and glossed over eyes, made his way to her father as the girl, significantly younger with dried blood on the corners of her mouth started toward her. She moved quicker than Mar expected and she soon found herself pinned to the wall by her throat.
"Ah such a pretty little thing," the girl hummed as she slowly slid Mar further up the wall,"Delicious." A strangled noise rose up from Mar's throat as she wedged her hand between the wall and herself, grabbing for the knife tucked into her belt. The girl smiled and leaned in closer, liking a broad stripe up Mar's neck before biting into the flesh. Mar released a muffled scream, drowned out by the girl's nearly animalistic yell as Mar jared the knife through the tissue just under the chin. She immediately kicked the creature to the ground and finished the job with a quick swipe of her machete. Bending at the waist in an effort to catch her breath she glanced over to find her father picking up his machete once again, with the body of the man at his feet, it's head seemingly half ripped, half cut off. Each could hear the sound of their breath and respective heartbeats in an almost echoing loudness as they now made their way out of the warehouse and into the back alley.
"Mar, trunk" His voice sounded almost indifferent but showed clear tiredness as he tossed the machete toward the girl and slid into the driver's seat of the car tucked away in the alley.
Shifting the two machetes into one hand, white handles rubbing together, she ran the other along the black body of the car. Popping the trunk, Mar tossed them amongst the various knives in the corner and made her way to the passenger seat.
The absence of the road's hum woke Mar from her sleep. Blinking her eyes repeatedly in an effort to shake the sleepy blur, she looked up to find a the gas station window with something about '99ยข two liters' and 'power ball numbers'.
"Look who's awake." The man slid into the driver's seat with a plastic bag in his hand and shut the car door with accidental force. "Coke?" He tilted the drink he had pulled out toward her and she took it with a smile.
"Thanks, actually I have to pee real quick before we leave," she said with a lingering sleep in the back of her throat, bending over to set the coke down in exchange for a pack of wet wipes. She began wiping the blood and grime from her face and neck.
"Well then go pee and stop worrying if the cashier thinks you're pretty."
"Ya, well it's more of trying to explain why I'm coated in blood," laughing as she wiped away what was probably flesh of some kind from behind her ear, "You see," She added, "I ran into a fence... repeatedly." She added a lingering sarcasm and the man chuckled with a pressed-lip smile, adjusting his slightly larger body in the seat. Setting the wipes down, she slightly popped the collar of her jacket to hide the jagged tear in her neck. He re-clicked his seatbelt as Mar stepped out of the car, stretching with a groan before bouncing up the steps and into the building.
The remainder of the ride was relatively sleepless and fueled by shitty coffee. They arrived back at their house shortly after dark set in. It was probably a shade of blue some years before they bought it but Mar had given it little thought as it was functional, grimy, and seemingly fitting to them. She noted the slight chill of the air against her skin, and breathed in deeply before stuffing the machetes from the trunk into a ragged duffle to haul them inside. The night dragged on with Mar eventually falling asleep, halfway propped up against her bedroom wall, with a still blood covered machete in her lap and her father in the other room already asleep, lulled by whiskey lullabies.