The vampire dodged through the massing crowd. It wasn't as easy as it should have been. Their erratic movements and drive to get to her and Aaron were causing her to make errors in her judgments. She clipped more than one with a shoulder, barreled into something squishy outright, and had to take a path less than direct. All said, though, she made it to the throne much faster than anybody else would have, Aaron included.
A sudden wall of the dead... or undead... or rotting living... she couldn't be sure what they were, just that they were really fucking disgusting, rose up to block her off from the woman and child-thing. They fell toward her as one, like a wave crashing onto the beach. Zera very much didn't want to touch any of them more than she had to. Unfortunately, she had to touch them a lot. Taking them out wasn't as easy as taking out other creatures. An over-powered punch didn't rupture internal organs to stop them in their tracks. Bouncing their heads off the grounds didn't cause brain damage and death. Snapping spines and necks had little effect aside from making them crooked. She found that she had to literally rip them to pieces before they ended their relentless press.
Zera was coated in goo by the time she was finished, the smell turned her stomach and she knew she'd have to shower for a very long time with a lot of chemical based product to get the stench off of her. But at least now she was alone with the child and the mother. She reached out for the woman, first.
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Aaron worked to keep the undead things away once Zera was in the midst of it all. The mother and child stood before the vampire, and Aaron wanted to watch Zera, to make sure she was okay. He was forced to protect her back and trust in her abilities. He knew she could cause a great deal of damage, and at that moment that was what they needed.
He hissed softly as he felt something cut him. It wasn't nails or teeth. It was something tainted with magic and quite possibly silver. He growled at the things which now seemed to have a few living humans among them.
"Now, Z, now!" He knew she was doing her best. They both were.
"Yes, now, Z! Take her now! See what happens!" The child giggled and danced on its throne. It liked this displace of brutality and wanted more.
The mother stepped closer, as if she were moving into the eager hands. Aaron turned quickly to see the almost dead woman rock toward Zera. There was a black ooze seeping from her eyes and lips that became more obvious once she was in the limited light. Her lips moved as if she were saying something.
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Zera snarled, ready to rip it all apart. The child's enthusiasm for the action made her pause, though, and her hand jerked back. She had a better look at the mother, her lip curling in disgust. She very much wanted to tear the body to pieces, make it look as if it had never been a body to begin with. But she was worried now. What would happen if she did?
Not taking her eyes off of the pair she faced, she shouted back to Aaron. "What do I do?"
The vampire would do whatever the werewolf told her to do. If he said to kill them both, she would do it. Not knowing what they were, though, what might happen, Zera didn't want to be the one to make that call. Maybe it was cowardice. That thought ruffled her feathers a lot. She had never been a coward. They had named her Little Wolf for a reason. She had been feral and willing to do whatever it took to survive, to keep herself and her family members alive. She would do the same for Aaron. But what if her actions caused him to be harmed? She could never live with herself if that were the case.
"Aaron? What do I do?" It hadn't been long enough for him to answer when she called out the second time, she was aware. Zera looked between the woman and the child, feeling like time was going too slow and too fast all at once. Like her inaction would cause a death, like she hadn't had enough time to act at all.