Pivoting on her heel, Jessie let her body do the thinking for her as her elbow reeled up and smacked the monster that was holding her. It hit it's mark, and she heard a sickening crack of bone. She assumed it was the nose she hit- but honestly anything in the face would give her enough time to flee.
If she didn't promptly fall right after- forgetting that she was essentially immobile from her brush of death.
She really had to start being more conscious of the handicap, considering it was getting her into more than one scrape within the hour.
Immediately after she broke an unknown bone, a weak cry of pain escaped from behind- and the monster shot back.
She wasn't suffocating under the stench of the undead- and she felt as though she could actually breathe again.
Even though Jessie was currently crawling away- using the thick carpet as traction for her endeavor. She would be embarrassed at the situation, if it wasn't a life-or-death thing and she hadn't been grabbed by her natural enemy.
"Дерьмо! Черт возьми, это больно!" Gibberish was muttered in a pained note behind her, and Jessie, by method of deduction knew it wasn't Spanish or English.
It didn't even sound like a language she knew, let alone speak. Promptly, she thought logically, and mused to herself that it was probably the native tongue of the country she was in.
Russia.
Great, so the bloodsucker couldn't even understand her if he wanted to.
Looks like her plan for interrogation was out the window. In all honesty though, she wasn't in an ideal condition to be demanding questions- giving she was scrambling away on the floor- pivoting what she could to see her attacker.
She wouldn't lie, behind all the terror- curiosity burned in her heart. She was about to see a real-live vampire.
Would he have bat wings and furry ears? Red eyes and long fangs?
Yet, when she was finally able to focus on the monster, back warmed by the fireplace behind her, monster seemed like a gross overstatement.
His form was hugged by the shadows, and he almost reveled in it- standing in the far corner of this room.
Pale, clawed hands clutched where his nose was, and he hunched over slightly- long blonde hair flowing over his chest.
Still cursing quietly with a delicate voice, the vampire glanced at Jessie with irritation, but she could see the mutual curiosity at her.
Interesting- they were both wondering about the other.
His eyes- she realized, weren't the obnoxious scarlet Jessie envisioned, but rather a cool black- able to swallow her in the intensity.
Blood gathered in those very pools- and with a startled gasp, red tears slipped out of the corner of his eyes.
She must've really bashed him if he had started to cry, and shocked herself when her own heartstrings pulled in symphony for the leech.
Her brain immediately crawled with disgust- every bone in her body geared toward only killing the creature. Jessie shouldn't feel anything but contempt and hostility, and it was only an illusion of the monster- she was sure of it.
No matter how human he looked.
"Почему ты бы так поступил?!" The vampire whined, those black eyes staring at her with a look like a kicked puppy.
Jessie's mouth opened and closed. She was speechless.