The piece of chair tore through the vampire's clothing and went straight into the left side of his back. The stake that was in his hand dropped to the ground and then Maria took a few steps back as the thing exploded into flames. She was breathing hard and then drew her other gun she carried, holding it up to the man, "Who the hell are you?" Just because he helped her didn't mean she trusted him not to question him.
"And what the hell was that?" she asked, "Other than a vampire." She was still breathing hard, but her arms were steady and her gun pointed at Hannibal's chest, currently, though she contemplated his head, if necessary.