a subtle SWOOSH sound echoed as allison let the arrow go, watching it miss the vampire and, instead, hit a tree and she groaned, tossing her bow in her quiver and retrieving her chinese ring daggers. the sound of a hiss made her turn quickly, stabbing the creature on each side and watching them disappear once more. it took a couple more hits for the vampire to be WEAK enough for allison to find an opening, dropping her daggers for a stake, burying it in the vampire’s chest and pushing until his back hit the tree and she TWISTED the stake — until his skin turned grey and she knew he was dead.
the sound of a twig snapping had allison abruptly turning her head, retrieving bloody daggers from the ground and twirling them around her fingers before holding firmly. “ who’s there? “ she called out, alert in case it was another one of them.
@stefanisms / closed starter.
