"Vampire!" Hannibal snarled, as he rubbed at his shoulder. "Heart. You gotta -" The vampire snarled and spun around, swinging out a fist and aiming at it Hannibal. Hannibal ducked down and avoided that fist, but he was still without his stake. He had dropped the damn thing --
"Or set it on fire!" He got that out, maybe this woman had some sort of fire power. Or maybe she had some gasoline on her, and a lighter. Hey, this was New York, there were all kinds of people in this city that had all kinds of powers and skills. And people who just really liked fire. Hannibal could hope that she was one of those.