It was dark, but not dark enough for Mick to see them smiling with bloodstained faces and their white teeth glistening in the moonlight. And those black eyes! Their movements were wild, like some ferocious animal just come from the wild in search for food. What sort of vampires were these? Certainly not what he was that was for sure, but then again, he thought there were only one species of vampire. And in truth, they frightened him.
They'd come when she'd been on her last string of energy; an easy prey for them. She'd go down with much less effort than previously given that night, and these feral vampires knew it. They could smell it, Mick could smell her weakness. They fell gracefully onto the pavement as their bodies hit without making a sound. The hisses and noises emitted was unlike anything he'd experienced, but he was prepared to fight.
The woman's announcement and sudden movement of something small coming from her jacket made him turn and look. It wasn't about what it could do, but what she had said to him. "What?" Is all he could respond with, still playing the 'not a vampire' game with her.
Suddenly, one lunged out toward her, and probably thinking their fellow vampire wouldn't attack, Mick attacked and knocked the creature clear off it's feat and some meters away. The others screeched, and even Mick felt their confusion; the screams hurt his ears. Still in his human guise, Mick continued to defend the tired blonde as one by one the vampires attacked. He hadn't needed to use his full power on them yet and that's how he'd prefer this night to end.