[b]Cordelia "Susanna Blue" Murphy
Fairbank[/b]

"Oh, Susanna...ever the problematic one. Makes me wonder why Wyatt and Alexander took you in, especially when you've got nothing on me or anyone else here. Runaway, troublemaker, now poking your nose in places that you shouldn't be in. Give me one good reason why I should't call my Alexander." Sophia hissed, after crying out in pain from the impact, her red-coated lips raised in a knowing smirk, even as she held her face. Though her nose was bleeding, she regained her composure quickly. Cordelia's face did not show signs of giving in however, much less begging for mercy, which pissed Sophia off. One minute, she was in control, and now she failed to faze the redhead. Cordelia raised her fist once more, but her next punch was interrupted by someone grabbing her and pushing her forward. She looked up and saw to her relief, that it was Colt. it was short-lived, however, as heavy footsteps lumbered forward, followed by the last voice she wanted to hear...save for Wyatt's and Alexander's. 

“My Sophia! No!” Diego, the cook, yelled as Cordelia saw him lumbering towards Sophia, while Colt was helping hide her behind a wooden table. Despite the dire situation, Cordelia couldn't help but find the scene hilarious, and let out a short laugh. It was painfully obvious that Diego was into the Italian girl, though the latter did not return his feelings, having a rather unhealthy obsession with Alexander to begin with. Colt, however, interrupted her thoughts.

“I’m the Devil Spawn, Cordelia and I’m here to massacre an infestation of vampires,” he revealed calmly as he pressed a handgun sideways against her chest, “use this, it has special silver bullets, the only way to make these motherfuckers bleed.” [i]Vampires? In America? I thought it was just a rumor![/i] Cordelia thought, clearly remembering how oddly Wyatt and Alexander acted at times but failed to recognize the signs. The heavy drapes in their carriage, the obscene amount of perfume they wore, their odd eye color their perpetually tired looks. They all made sense now, even though she did not expect this. Cordelia nodded and placed her hand on the gun, feeling for the trigger. Never in her life had she used a gun, but her life depended on it, and she was willing to learn. Holding it with her right hand, she practiced placing her finger on the trigger. Her silk gloves made her grip too slippery, so she slid them off, as well as kicked off her high heels. Damn the rules, she was going to do things by her own choice now. Across the kitchen, the spectacle did not end, as Diego had Sophia in his grasp and from what Cordelia was guessing based on the strangled cries she heard, was now digging his fangs deep into her neck. Sophia protested weakly, calling out for Alexander. [i]Too bad your vampire "prince" ain't here to save you now,[/i] Cordelia thought as she heard the commotion, now smirking to herself.

The doors of the kitchen swung open yet again, Wyatt and Alexander emerging from behind them. They were impeccably dressed in fine outfits as usual, Wyatt Starr with his wavy light blond hair slightly messily framing his face and Alexander Martin, whose black hair was tied in a ponytail. The latter took a look at Sophia on the ground, before attending to his long nails once more. “Is someone there?” He asked. “It’s Susanna Blue, Lord Alexander,” Diego quickly responded, “She’s back here with some…s-some man!” Alexander looked at the messy cook, evidently disgusted. Wyatt's words struck her, however. He wasn't loud, but Cordelia heard him. “He cooks the girls for us, Alexander and he’s dumb as a rock.” The words struck her, though she tried not to show it. Was she approached just to become someone's [i]food[/i]? [i]How could I be so stupid! Nobody just approaches a girl and promises anything without a catch! I'm such an eejit...[/i], she chastised herself.

“Cordelia, take care of the female, she’ll turn any second now but will be too clumsy in her new form, the others are too dangerous,” Colt instructed, pointing at the body before getting on top of the table and rolling towards the edge to deal with Mario, Diego and the two full-blooded vampires who were her masters...no, [i]once[/i] her masters. Cordelia looked at her gun once more, then stood up, catching Colt's look of confidence towards her, which she returned with a thumbs-up. They were going to get out, alright. Gunshots rang in the air as Colt started to attack his targets, Cordelia noticing the way he shot. Bounding over to Sophia's body, she found herself more comfortable and quicker for the first time in two years, now that she was out of the heels that tormented her. Holding the gun over the body, Cordelia started to pull the trigger, just as she had seen Colt do moments ago, but suddenly, Sophia sprang up, her now-red eyes wide open as she swung her arms in front of her, trying to catch Cordelia. The redhead stepped back in surprise, before holding the gun up once again and firing. The bullet lodged itself on Sophia's right shoulder, and the transformed vampire shrieked in pain. She was still clumsy, but Cordelia remembered the things her parents used to tell her about the vampires. They were still vampires, and she was still human. If she became too cocky...

"Oh, Sophia...ever the lovesick one! What the hell are you gonna to do, now that your dear Alexander [i]didn't transform you[/i]?" She taunted, causing Sophia to lunge at her and grab her. The girl's grip was strong...stronger than she remembered, evidently a result of having been transformed. Cordelia struggled to let herself loose amidst the ongoing chaos, her arms bruising from the pressure, but the vampire's arms wouldn't yield. Thinking quickly, she raised her arm and faced the gun towards Sophia's face and fired a shot once again. This seemed to work, as she felt the arms loosen around her. She gripped the gun tightly and pounded its body on her arms several times, forcing the vampire to let go. Cordelia had to kill her before she got used to her vampire body, Colt warned. Turning around and stepping backward, the Irish girl held the gun so that it was level with Sophia's chest. Colt had dealt with Diego and Mario, judging from the bodies on the ground, and now, all they needed to get through was Sophia. Wyatt and Alexander? They had nobody else here, nobody to defend them.

"Fuck you, Susanna Blue! I should've had Wyatt and Alexander eliminate you the first time you defied me!" Sophia cried, her face bloody from the gunshot as she advanced clumsily towards Cordelia. The bullet had lodged itself between her eyes. She was a far cry from her former self just minutes ago, her beauty all but gone. Cordelia laughed in reply.

"Who's the eejit here then, bitch? There won't be any more next times," Cordelia spat as she pulled the trigger and shot, doing so a few more times as long as she heard the woman scream. Only until the screams stop did she relent, having shot five times. Lowering her arm, she made her way towards the motionless body lying faceup. Bullets punctured Sophia's chest on both sides, her collarbone and between her breasts. Not wanting to be too confident, she aimed once more at the left side of Sophia's chest and fired a bullet, ending her.

Cordelia looked up once more and shuffled towards Colt, still holding her gun. The worst was far from over, and they still had to deal with Wyatt and Alexander, who had now taken monstrous forms. They were injured, but still very much alive, and there was definitely no reasoning with them...they had to be eliminated. Holding her arm up, she aimed at Alexander, the man who kept her under an iron grip for so long, and fired two shots at his neck. Unfortunately, Alexander had dodged one and the other bullet just hit the side of his neck. The monster retaliated by dashing forward and pinning her down, raking at her with his sharp claws. Cordelia felt Alexander's blood-laced breath hot, and struggled, trying not to allow him to take her weapon. Gripping it tightly with one hand, and balling her other into a fist, she started beating at him, not willing to give up, even if it meant dying. No, she wasn't going to call for help...if she wanted out, she had to learn to fight and take care of herself.

Alexander leaned in closer, towards her neck, and Cordelia didn't move her head...she couldn't move if she wanted her plan to work. She stretch out her arm and aimed the gun towards his neck, on his blind side, before firing twice once again in defiance.