"It's midnight," said Van Helsing. He turned around. "We should be going."
Rachael was dressed from head to toe in black. Her knee high black boots had heels on them and tapped softly on the floor as she moved around the room. Her long black cloak hid her weapons. She had chosen well. A long thick black snake whip, four guns on one side of her belt, four silver knives in the other side, her saber was next to her knives. She had holsters around each of her thighs. Each had two guns and a knife in them. She had a shoulder holster with a gun under each arm. There was a knife in each of her boots. Silver chains where wrapped around her wrists. Her gun was a smaller version of Van Helsing's. She had extra silver arrows attached on the back of her belt, eight canisters.
"Silver bullets?" asked Van Helsing.
"In all my guns. They kill just as well as the others."
"Holy Water?"
"The canisters have Holy Water in them. And all my bullets have been soaked in Holy Water as well." Rachael loaded the gun and set it on the bed. "I don't want to go," she said softly.
"We must."
"Why? Why must I go?"
"Because you are the only good vampire we have?"
"I'm not a vampire!"
"If you bit me right now, what would happen?"
Rachael stared at him. and sighed. She turned to the window and studied the sky. "You're right. We must be gone."