She ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She knew she would be caught if she didn't hurry. Zigzagging and dodging trash cans and sleeping homeless people in the alley way, she tried desperately to reach her car where all of her equipment was kept. A vampire had been chasing her for the past hour after he figured out she was hunting him. The young woman had forgotten her machete in the trunk of her car and she was regretting even coming into this city without backup.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered as she bumped her shoulder against a dumpster. She was so close to her parked vehicle and fumbled for the right key in her pocket.
"You can't run forever!" The vampire cackled behind her. He was too close. She had dealt with vampires before, but this was different. This time she was dumbly not prepared.
Fifteen feet away.
Her heart thumped against her chest and her throat was dry and burned.
Ten feet away.
Her hand reached towards her trunk with the right key extending towards the lock.
Five feet away.
Her feet scuttled and tears scratched at her eyes for an escape.
The key stumbled against the trunk. Her fingers shook to unlock it. Finally, it opened, she lifted the cover and grabbed the machete out of it.
He was right behind her. She could hear his feet slow down to grab her.
Turning around, she swung as hard as her arms allowed.
The blade of the machete sliced through the vampire's neck and his head landed on the ground with a satisfactory thud. A relieved breath of air sighed out of her lungs.