[color=lightcoral][i]I have the power of god behind me[/i][/color] Jarold bragged as he took the crossbow from Flynt, he knew for certain there was a vampire in this room, he could smell them, the one thing about vampires is that no matter how alive they looked, deep inside they were rotten and filled with worms, like any other cadaver and cadaver's smelled awful.

The angel encouraged Jarold and the Demon screeched at him to put the crossbow away. he stared at the girl dead in the eyes, she stared back with wide eyes and a gasp, at this point she knew that she was caught, she was like a rabbit cornered by a bear and she would not survive the night. Jarold lifted the crossbow and aimed it at her chest. [color=lightcoral][i]Hail Mary, full of grace[/i][/color] he whispered as time slowed down for a minute. He fired and the arrow went soaring across the room towards her, the arrow pierced the girl's neck, if she were a vampire she'd turn to ash

But she didn't.

The girl fell to the ground, clutching at her throat in a futile attempt to remove the arrow, no amount of healing potion's could save her, she let out a cough as she tried to breath, then fell limp and lifeless. Jarold didn't move a muscle, his eyes still locked on to where the girl was sitting, his mouth was wide open, he immediately began to feel like he was a corpse, rotten and filled with worms, he smelled like a cadaver. a tear formed in his eye and went down his cheek, he wasn't a hunter, he was a killer. The entire bar went silent and stared at him, people began to draw their weapons, it was quite clear each and every one of them wanted Jarold dead, they just wanted to see who was brave enough to shoot first, Jarold didn't move a muscle, but tears fell from his eyes, he hoped that someone would gun him down right where he sat.

[@Forgiveness]