Sunday, May 8, 2011

It was never like the movies...


It might not have been the wisest thing to do, but punching the vampire in the face was the only thing she could think of. Grace’s clenched fist crushed into the ungiving cheekbone of the creature of the night, a painful shock traveling up her arm and back down to her knuckles, and she was fairly certain something was broken. If not broken—at least horribly sprained. But the vampire let go of her. Not entirely—but he loosened his grip, he was so startled by her brazenness. Grace twisted hard, like they taught in self defense classes, and ran.

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