Re: Courtesy lessons...
Suddenly, the vampire attacking Kat was yanked away and thrown hard up against the wall next to her, a tall, fierce looking vampire woman holding him there. She stumbled a couple of steps away on wobbly legs, clutching her bleeding neck, though she didn’t leave, staring back at the pair in shock.
Richard wasn’t a freshly turned vampire, but he wasn’t old, either. He’d been embraced a few years ago, but he’d quickly gotten jack of doing what his Sire had told him to do, and killed her when her guard was down. If this fucking harpy thought she could tell him what to do, she had another thing coming. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
Now that she wasn’t trapped and being sucked dry, Kat’s haze of panic ebbed and her mind began functioning rationally again, so when she saw the asshole vamp’s hand reach beneath his coat, she realized she could do something and cast a spell, gesturing at him with a flick of her free hand, “Sušaldyk!”
The asshole vampire froze, stopping as if someone had hit his pause button, his face mid-sneer, the tip of the wooden knife he held, pressed against her rescuer’s chest, above her left breast.
“That ain’t gonna hold him long,” She warned the vampiress, sensing that he was fighting the constriction.