The girl is now a corpse and has made closing the door too much of a risk during the explosion of violence that is splattering in front of them. Gun drawn, more for comfort than for practicality, he leaves the false security of her bungalow for the chaos that is spinning inside the hall. “Move.” He tells her with no softness. This is an order. Necessity has made him harder than his usual self and he is demanding that they get out of here.
His large hand grabs onto her arm and he tugs her out in front of him, his back shielding her from the gore that is dripping down the walls. It is a battle zone and everything is moving in slow motion. Unfortunately the things that are destroying the life inside this building are quick and deadly.
Fletcher moves her as if she is a doll. There is no denying his strength but unfortunately the creatures that are ripping out throats have a different kind of strength. He doesn’t know what to do, how to protect her, how to the help the others. The only course he sees is to retreat out of the building and into the neutrality of the street. Vampires indeed, but what do they want? Why have they been driven to this recklessness.
“Faster.” He barks at her, scared for her life, needing to get her someplace else. “Down the stairs….”