Senga.
"Awright ya bunch a' fannies. Ye really want a fight? Well a' right then, come and get it." Senga wished she felt as confident as her words made her sound. She noticed on of the vampires looking uncertain, he was still nursing the burns on his cheek from where her cross etched knuckle dusters had burned him. His companions showed no such trepidation and advanced on her.
Senga allowed the first two to get in close, she then lashed out with what she hoped would be a roundhouse kick, it wasn't, but it had the desired effect, the vampire that she had managed to strike staggered backwards into his friend, halting both of their advances, albeit temporarily. Then she lunged at the still stunned vampire, the knuckle dusters impacting on his jaw in an almost expertly delivered uppercut. Senga sent him flying off his feet, she was still getting to grips with having super strength, but she was learning fast. The vampire landed heavily, blood pouring from his mouth, she hoped that she'd broken his jaw, in that case, he wouldn't be biting anyone for a while.
Uncertainty gripped the other vampires, but it vanished quickly as they all seemed to have the same idea at once. They circled Senga, one in front, one on either side, and Senga knew instinctively that the other was directly behind her. She spun around, never stopping for more than a second, she knew that would be all the time that they would need. "Right, who wants to go first? Or ur ye a' gonnae try yer luck at once?" She could see the smiles on the vampires faces, she knew which option they would go for. They advanced as one.
"Haw, ya bawbags!" The cry took the vampires and Senga by surprise, all faces turned to see Jean standing at the mouth of her tenament building with a plastic carrier bag full of, something. "Yer reinforcements are here Senga." Jean pulled a bottle from the bag and hurled it at the nearest vampire, the glass irn bru bottle smashed over his head, he started to laugh, but the laughter turned to screams as the liquid contents started to roll down his flesh, smouldering and burning his skin as it went. It actually seemed to be eating at his flesh. "Aye, that's right, it's holy water. An I've got mer' right here." Jean hefted the bag, the sound of several glass bottles impacting on each other rang out like a bell in the night. "Senga. Catch." Jean tossed something, Senga caught it without thinking twice. It was Jean's mother's wrought iron cross, replete with a nail and some plaster, still in place after Jean had obviously wrenched the cross from it's usual place above the fireplace in her living room. Senga hefted the weighty cross easily and dodged between the vampires so that she and Jean were side by side. "Thank God that worked Senga hen, these bottles are full o' lemonade." Jean whispered.
One of the vampires laughed out loud, "I take it you didn't know about our super sense of hearing? Stupid girl." They began to advance, on Jean. They didn't even look at Senga, if they tried they flinched away at the sight of the cross. But Jean was an easy target, she had no such protection.
"If you bastards want to get to them, ye'll huv tae get through me an a'." The voice startled everyone, Senga and Jean recognised it instantly. Jean, Senga and the vampires alike, turned in the direction of the voice, in time for one of the vampires to receive a direct hit to the face from a baseball bat, wielded by Senga's father. "You want some an a'?" He asked as he turned on the next closest vampire, swinging the bat as he moved. The two remaining, mobile vampires looked at each other and ran. "Right you two" Senga's father spoke, "up to oor flat right noo."
"Naw da'. There's somethin' we need to dae first." Senga walked up to her father and took the bat from his hands. She snapped it easily at the handle, leaving a ragged edge, she walked first to the vampire her father had struck and thrust the jagged piece of wood directly into it's chest, as it turned to dust she turned to the vampire she had knocked out with her uppercut and repeated the staking. She then turned her attention on the badly burned vampire, as he whimpered on the ground, covering his still smouldering fact with his hands. He didn't even see the stake coming as Senga delivered the dusting blow. "Now, we're done." Senga took Jean by the hand, then as she passed her father, still with a look of utter disbelief on his face, Senga put an arm around his waist and gently turned him around and started walking. "Ah guess ah've got a bit o' explainin' to do."
Some time later.
"So, ye'r tellin' me that those yanks were tellin' the truth? You really have got special powers?" Senga's father sat in his chair, nestling a cup of coffee in his hands, looking incredulously at his daughter. "An' that vampires really do exist?"
"Aye. That's whit you saw oot there. Vampires, real honest tae God vampires, undead, bloodsucking hackit faced creatures o' the night, an ah'm the only wan that c'n stop em."
Coping remarkably well, considering the circumstances, Senga's father looked at Jean, "an whit special powers do you huv?"
"Who? Me? Nane, a don't 'hink. Ah've just got a mother that's a member o' the wee free, who just happens to huv a supply o' holy water in the hoose. Ye' know, just in case." Jean was constantly bemused by the 'quirks' of her mother. The Free Church of Scotland, or the Wee Free, as Jean calls it has often been described as the millitant wing of the church of Christ. Their basic doctrines include the statement that if you are not a member of the 'Wee Free' you are by default a heathen and doomed to burn in hell, and they are more than willing to help you reach your final destination early, if you really make them angry.
"So, you've been chosen to fight these Vampires? Ah'm no' sure ah like that idea Senga hen. C'n ye no' get oot o' it? You know, I could like, write ye a note or some'hin?"
"Ah don't think it works like that dad. It's something that I was born to do. Anyway, ah cannae stop, no' until ah make that bastard let mum's soul go." After she had said it she realised, this was the first time she had actually intentionally sworn in front of her father. She needn't have been concerned, he had focused on what she had said before she swore.
"Whit wiz that aboot yer mum? Who's got yer mums soul?" Anger flared in her father, he rose from his chair and in a single step was standing over Senga. "Who?" Senga took several minutes explaining about Azazeal and the encounter she had with him/it (that was one point she admitted uncertainty about) at the graveyard, the internet search, the theory on how to kill Azazeal. She told him everything She didn't know why, she just poured everything out to her father, the man she hated, the man who made everything go wrong, the man who... Had never cared for anyone but himself.
As the news sunk in to her father he staggered backwards to his chair. Senga recognised the look of confusion and fear on her fathers face and knew exactly where this would lead. "D'ye want a drink dad?" Senga asked, hiding her disdain admirably.
"Mer than anything in the world." Her father replied, but as Senga rose to go to the kitchen, her father's hand stopped her, "but I'd better no'. We huv to work out how to save you, you're mother and everybody else 'round here." Senga looked stunned at her fathers face, gone was the confusion, gone was the fear, all that remained, etched on his face, was a steely determination and a fire in her eyes that Senga had only heard about in the stories her mother told her about how her parents met. This wasn't the man she had grown to hate, this was the man that her mother had grown to love.
"First order o' business ah 'hink, is tae find out how to get tae this beastie thing. Ye said it lives oan the spirit plane?" Jean looked at Senga's father as he spoke, stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
"Uhm, aye. We need tae work out how to attack it there and destroy it's body here, baith at the same time."
"So, we need some kind a' miracle then?" Senga's father asked.
"No, you need a witch" The voice came from everywhere at once, everyone spun looking for the source, they could find none. "Oh? Am I still invisible? Sorry, I'm pretty new at this. There, how's that?" A figure took shape in front of them, a strangely beautiful, translucent girl. "My name's Tara. I'm kind of here to help."