Fred blinked. She must be a Slayer. Small women like that were always Slayers, right? The brainy female started scrambling to find something else for a weapon. That was when a very big man at the opening to the alley way. She stopped moving.
Her mouth fell open. Something about the man and his gun struck fear and sadness. Such great sadness. She couldn't move, and she couldn't explain why. There was so much confusion that she felt nearly sick.
The cop moved as if to get away, to protect the obviously scared Fred, but the second vampire had other ideas. Fangs ripped out a large part of her neck, her artery opened. She'd die soon. The blood, not the earlier exploding puff ball of vampire, broke Fred's fear trance, and she moved to help the cop, ignoring the big man.
"I'm here." She spoke softly, her hands working to cover the wound and put pressure on it. The still "living" vampire hissed at both the man with the gun and what he knew was a vampire, wasn't she?