Fuck. Vampire. While she had known that they existed in L.A., she had hoped very much to never come face-to-face with one. After lucking out for months in a row, perhaps she had even grown somewhat complacent. At any rate, she was regretting it now.
As he finished speaking his piece, Cathy dropped the pepper spray, reaching instead for the crucifix she had managed to get her hands on, as instructed. That, she kept in her other pocket. But then he was coming toward her, and blue eyes widened as she took an automatic, unsteady step backward. In one brave, quick move she had brandished the crucifix, holding it out in front of her as she opened her mouth to give a powerful yell for help.