I practically dragged this guy around the corner. I am too good. I thought. This guy won't know what hit him.
But when I rounded that corner I could see that I was wrong, dead wrong.
What awaited me around the corner must have been a half a dozen vampires, all with game faces showing. I knew this was way over my head, so I turned around, but there he was, the "poor" little vampire that I was carting away from the club for a little alleyway action, standing in my way. He was smart, too smart. It's not hard to recognize someone as a vampire, even if you don't have super-crampy perception. But to recognize a slayer… I don't know much about the occult, but it takes some major power, or some inside information to know about that. And then it takes a brain with a little more power than a common vampire to stage an ambush of this genius.
But that doesn't concern me any more it seems, I'm about to die. But that's not going to stop me from trying.
The original vampire lunged for me, but to no avail, I just shoved him with all my might, which made him fly a good twenty feet across the perpendicular alley. One of the vampires caught me off guard however, he grabbed me from behind and held me in a bear hug. I was helpless.
And then he bit me.
All I could do was scream.
I heard the scream from around the corner, but not before I saw a rather peculiar sight. A vampire flew across my view of the crossing alley. This alley just hit a dead end and split off in both directions, but it seems all the action is happening around the left corner.
I broke out into a sprint, pulling out my faithful shotgun from under my coat and rounding the corner, just to see the poor little girl surrounded by a half a dozen vampires. One of them was grappling her from behind and biting down into her neck. Well, might as well go in with a bang.
"Evenin' boys!" I said rather loudly to get their attention, making them all turn toward me, "Havin' a party without me?"
They all started towards me, obviously about to get rid of any witnesses, but they stopped when I leveled my shotgun.
"Meet my favorite dancing partner." I fired, not at any particular one, just at about chest level. I know as well as any occult expert that bullets don't do much to vampires, but they sure do hurt like a bitch, and it will catch them off guard. After that, it seemed to be a queue for the vampire holding the girl to loosen his hold just enough for her to fly into action.
It seemed like a blur of speed that only the most skilled martial artists could move. In one flowing motion she ducked just enough to get the vampire to duck his head, then she delivered a kick over her shoulder in a way that only a girl can, right into the vampire's forehead. Then she spun around and palmed him right in the chest, sending him flying into his friends.
I was dazed, "That's impossible," I said, confused. But it seemed I wasn't the only one who was confused. It seemed the vampires didn't know which one of us to turn their attention to, and I wasn't about to give them the chance to make up their minds.
I quickly shortened the 15-foot distance. Knowing it wouldn't do too much good shooting; I brought the butt of my gun to the face of the closest vampire. But, being a human has its disadvantages in speed. The vampire easily ducked under the blow and tackled me with immense strength, knocking me to the ground, and my shotgun out of my hand, just out of reach.
I struggled to get out of his grip, but he was too strong. Soon, two of his friends came over to his aid, but it only took one. Being human, my body can't take much punishment. Once the first vampire kicked me in the side of the head, everything went black. The last thing I remember is the remaining vampires carting off an unconscious little girl.