She drew in a deep breath as the vampire fell away from her. Placing a hand behind her, she steadied herself upon the wall. Relief rushed through her, grateful that she had not lost her life tonight. But anger rushed in quickly upon watching the scene play out before her. The very act stirred at the memories of a distant past. As the vampire stopped moving, she found her anger grow even more. How was she supposed to know more about this vampire if he was dead?

The question stirred her out of her thoughts, and she reached up with her right hand to touch the back of her head. She winced as she felt the gash that the attack had caused. “It’s not too bad,” Elizabeth answered as she glanced at the blood that coated her fingers. Wiping the substance upon her jeans, her attention was drawn back to the corpse. “What do you plan to do with that?”

Why she was asking, she wasn’t sure, for she knew that the hunter would most likely burn it – or find some other way to destroy the evidence. Clean up was always the most tedious part of the job. Her gaze rested upon the face of the fallen. Even now, without the threat of eminent death, she could not recognize the face.