Pain wracked her brain but did not deter her from raising her arms to clamp down on the vampire's arms as she slammed chest first straight into that of the males'; the last thing she wanted was to lose the ability to breath at all if the vampire had gotten hold of her chest region to crush her ribs in all. As the vampire hissed into her face, Amara let out a full blown snarl into his, her body literally shaking from the effort.

Tsschhkkk

CRACK

The full force of the tackle put an effective dent into the trunk of a nearby tree. But the fight was not over, neither player shaken or bothered by the sudden onslaught of brightly colored leaves falling all around them. Fall had taken it's toll on nature, littering the floor with it's once fresh fruits of the spring leaving them to the destruction of the battling duo. Hands grappling and legs dodging one another, neither party seemed to be able to control a solid dominance as they both struggled to block.

Sultry laughter left the hauntingly stunning male as he forced the unknown woman's face into the dirt. With her arms in lock, he lowered himself to inhale her scent.

"Delicious. No, tantalizing." He drawled in an accent she was not familiar with, if she weren't in this situation, she probably would have swooned. But now was not the time, considering the owner of the damned voice was about to bite her head off. Quiet literally.

His mouth pooling with venom, the vampire knelt to take a bite. A sliver of panic shot through Amara as she felt the cold breath brush against her neck.

"This will hurt,"

A grunt was his answer along with a well aimed kick. And as fast as the kick was planned, she was on top slamming her fist into his multiple times.

"Yeah, it really did hurt," she snapped as she clenched her throbbing knuckles. A snarl met her with a hint of lust and challenge. And then they were at it again creating wreckage all across the forest floor.

Slamming the vampire's head into the ground with her elbow firmly into his throat, Amara had unfortunately landed them straight into a blood pool.

But the move had the vampire twitching and pausing as the smell of a fresh kill engulfed him all around. And before he could feel the sudden drive of hunger, Amara had her other arm down to clamp down on his jaw.

CRACK

Thunk.

Harsh breaths passed her lips laboriously as the beaten female stared down at the unblinking eyes of the beautiful male, the vampire. His head severed from his body, yet not fully dead, he struggled to keep what life was left in him. But he could only watch desperately as the amazon-like woman shuffled her bloodied hands into her pants to pull out a lighter.

Amara stared down at her most trusted and oldest companion; a lighter built and made way before the 20th Century but still just as affective and useful. Flipping the cap off the lighter, the woman crouched and lit the head on fire. She watched with no pity or disgust as the mouth of the killer opened to scream silently. Moving on she quickly worked to set the headless body, then with hesitance, the dead woman's body on fire. It wasn't a proper funeral but she preyed softly for her soul for peace, it was a heavy price to be involved in the world beyond the illusion of reality. Even if it was accidentally.

The sun was beginning to set quite early in the evening, but then again she was pretty far up north in the country. As the last rays of sunlight left her back, the blazing fire of the bodies sickening warmed her body until the last ember died. The black smoke quickly disappearing into the darkened skies. But the smell lingered, the disgusting smell of death.

Ironic how the death of a killer burned just as, if not more, brightly than the fire of the girl's funeral. Beautiful till the end.

A snort left past her pink lips as Amara curled her lip in disgust. She did not personally hate the vampires, or any other creature. But it saddened her how the soul of worth of an individual did not always shine through on their physical beings. That concept leading to the very death of the human girl, she was blinded by false beauty.

And without another glance, Amara began trekking back toward where she had dropped her belongings. There was nothing left to do there now.

Her ink black hair almost seemed to blend in with the darkness along with black jeans. And as the dark settled, the stars awoke to light up the darkest of nights. Her dark azure eyes seemed to glow almost ethereally, framed thickly by her eyelashes and almond shaped eyes. She was a rough beauty, powerful independence in each step.

With her belongings back in hand and a jacket to cover her, Amara once again continued onto the pathway. The night was still young, and the creatures of the dark were waiting.

Faint heavy footsteps had her pausing in her step, a whole army of footsteps were heading in from all directions around her. With wide doe-eyes, Amara whipped her head around to try and get a glimpse of what was making the noise. But before she could take another step, twin bright lights illuminated the ground around her. A car was coming down the road at a calmed pace, straight towards her. Startled, the woman stood in place just staring as the car slowed down beside her.

Sheriff

It was a cop car and the sheriff got out of the car to get a clear look at her.

Amara was in a peculiar situation as she found herself making eye contact with the law enforcement.

Shit.