When the human began to charge, the vampire realized he was more dangerous than the screaming woman. Letting go of Lebia, he stepped away from her and tried to predict what Trevor would do next. The makeshift flamethrower looked more menacing now, evidently.
“I think I’m going to enjoy taking you down,” the vampire taunted Trevor. “You’re a little too confident for your own good.”
Lebia collapsed to the ground, hands instinctively going to her throat to rub it as she coughed for air. She didn’t try to stand, instead trying to backwards crawl as far away from the vampire as she could manage while still holding her throat with one hand. She could almost feel the bruises beginning to form.