The other vampires laughed, and the one holding Fray opened its mouth and pulled back its head to bite, ready to strike like a snake.
Mel was kicking, but that was about all she could do. She'd stabbed the thing with the stake, and it hadn't done anything. Nothing. He should be dust. She had no idea what was going on here and part of her really didn't care because she was so sick. Sick? Was she sick? She didn't even know that. All Mel knew was that the longer the vampire held on, the easier keeping her eyes closed got.
...and you work for a fish.
Mel opened her eyes and glared. Wasn't one twin being a lurk or killed by a lurk or whateverthehell enough? She thought so. Sure.
Which is why she kicked the vampire right between its legs. Hard.
It dropped her, and she hit the ground with a grunt, closing her eyes again.