In spite of the damage she had made, they still got up to fight her. The pair hissed and cursed her in a language that was lost to her. Shahrzad looked weary from this conflict, yet unmoved from her post. They weren’t going to harm this girl! Not if she had something to do about it!
“Please, stop this,” she pleaded, catching one of them by the wrist and throwing him to his companion. They didn’t seem to understand her and everything she did anger them further. Turning to see the teenager, she winked at her direction, giving her a reassuring smile. With a hand, she grabbed the stunned young woman; Shahr placed the other one on the closest wall, her gloves vibrate and the strength of the wind brought it down on the vampire’s heads. She scooped the girl up and leaped above the rumble, carrying her of into safety.
That was then she noticed someone, another woman, who had arrived to scene. But the noblewoman couldn’t stop to greet her until she ensured the girl on her arms would be alright.
“Are you well?” she asked, worried, setting the girl down, kneeling to sweep the dirt from her clothes. The girl looked at her, at her fangs and her unusual eyeshade, eyes wide like a frightened rabbit in front of a wolf. She snapped at her and ran away. Shahrzad looked after her; a little shaken by what she guessed was either a “monster” or a “vampire.” Saddened, the Countess sighed and stood, glancing after the scared teenager as she left her alone, to join the crowded streets.
That was good, she supposed. What had she been expecting? Shahrzad didn’t help people because she waited their thanks. She protected them because she had been taught to.
Esther…
Shahrzad turned around, about to retreat from her path when she realized the woman was still there.