A/N: Sorry guys, been really busy this last month. Just moved in to university and all that :) It's so cool! Well anyways, here's the next chapter to A Stitch In Time, special thanks to my two new reviewers AnimeRANDOMNESS and Ponda. Thanks guys! This one is for you, sorryabout the delay,


It was almost like there were two different people residing in her mind now. There was Cara, the girl who'd found a vampire in her basement and had suffered from night terrors for the past few days. Cara was cowering in the corner as the monster leapt at her, inwardly making her will. However, there was also another her, who felt no fear at what she was about to do. A calculated, almost cold fighter. This Cara pulled her arm up, and slashed through the denizens stomache as it screamed in her face. She raised her other arm and shoved it away from her, not glancing as it bounced along the floor. She drew her hands up again, defensively in time to tackle with yet another creature – in all the engagement took all of 30 seconds.

Vincent watched her out of the corner of his eye as he struggled with his own pair of dogs, managing to get his hands round one and pull it apart from the middle and throwing it aside. No… It couldn't be. The way she moved, the confidence she had in her own abilities, that silver glint in her eyes it all reminded him of the horrific experiences he went through. If he didn't know better, if she hadn't saved him from his eternal agony, he'd think she was…
"Watch out!" She roared, shoving him aside and driving her sword forward. He turned, in time to see snapping jaws millimeters from his throat, unable to get closer due to the sword protuding through its back. Vincent stared horrified, as a massive wound all around its middle started to knot back together, to heal. It was the one he'd just disposed of…

"They heal!" Cara swore, pushing the dog away from Vincent. "What ARE these things?" She ran another through, finding herself getting more and more overwhelmed. For the first time a mild worry started to rise. They regenerated, so how did she kill them?
"I have no idea!" Vincent growled. "How the heck do we deal with th-" He was soon silenced as he was slammed into the floor. Gleaming red eyes boared into his, and a snap of teeth wounded as the utated muzzle went for his throat. And rolled to the side.
"Going for the jugular? That's your job!" Cara grinned at him. "Do it better!" Before her eyes turned cold again, and she slashed repetitively at the regenerating carcass. "Cover for me! I need to find a way of destroying these things before we end up becoming Chum." The vampire nodded, standing infront of her to protecther back.

As she tried to destroy one, the dogs weren't the only thing he kept a very careful eye on. Tribe members had that glint, and that fighting style. Tribe members alone could move so effortlessly with killing impliments in their hands, and Tribe members alone could kill so much, with such a blasé attitude. Except for vampires, but she wasn't snapping the dogs necks – well, not yet anyway. He threw another creature to the side, snarling instinctively. He was surrounded at all sides by the enemy, and one of those enemies he was being forced to protect. There was no doubt about it, this girl was equally as dangerous, if not more so, then these dogs. But… She hadn't attacked him yet. Exacltly what time frame had he walked into?

"Alright!" Cara yelled turning round. "We need to break them down as far as we can. Theres a point which they cant regenerate back from, a damage maximum. Of course with this many we don't have time to focus on individuals, so grab a limb and start shredding!" She was suggesting they break the enemy down a bit at a time? Suicide! He watched as she leapt in, and started doing as she'd ordered. Maybe it was there only choice… Lashing out at the nearest mutant he latched his enhanced claws into the flesh and tore. He didn't have any choice but to follow her. For the moment…
Cara's knee finally buckled and hit the floor as the last piece of flesh burned away into ash. It appeared once they had reached their damage maximum, the pieces just self destructed… And as she watched the last of the embers die away, and some of the ash fall through the cracks in the floorboards, she felt as if a red haze had been lifted from her. She clutched her head weakly and looked up, seeing Vincent towering over. He had an unreadable look on his face, but she thought she detected a trace of panic there. 'Probably the shock of the battle.' Her mind reasoned.
"What… Just happened?" She muttered staring at him. He didn't respond, she could see almost an internal battle going on in his head. But what over. "Vincent?" Still he stared at her. He hadn't even offered her a hand up yet… "Vincent are you OK?" Suddenly, he seemed to click. His eyes widened, and he seemed to be looking at her rather than through her.
"Yeah." He reached down. "I'm fine, sorry." She nodded, still confused, and took his hand.

Was he OK? Did she really just ask that? Vincent stopped his thought process, whether or not he should kill her or run, or stay and see what happens when she asked that. If she was a member of the Tribe, she'd never have asked if he was OK. She'd have run him through. So for now, he was safe with her. Until that otherside that held all those repressed tribal antics resurfaced – would she be able to hold them back? He didn't know, but he hoped she would. She was shaping up to be a pretty good… Ally. He reached down and offered her a hand, which she accepted.
"Yeah. I'm fine, sorry."