Faith smirked darkly, the adrenaline for the coming fight already building. Her grip on her stake tightened as the figures dropped down.
"About time."
Maybe they were part of the gang they were looking for. Unkillable, unless the ritual had worked already. For a brief moment some panic flared up as the memories of the cuts and burns filled her mind. Then her mouth set in a grim line and she hoped they were part of that gang. Because she was still itching for some payback for that.
Low growls filled the air, reaching the ears of the teenagers. One girl turned and screamed at the sight of the vampires. Faith glanced at Sam with a wry grin.