[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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Nessa eyed the tool in Beck's hand warily. She didn't want to let the woman touch her at all, but deep down Nessa knew she couldn't get tge burning bullet out on her own. That's why the devil was made of silver - it made it near impossible for vampires to interact.
Fine beads of cold sweat settled on Nessa's skin as the longer the bullet stayed in, the weaker it made her even with the blood she'd just feasted with. Letting out a sigh that came out more like a grunt, Nessa repositioned herself better to achieve a more comfortable position. There was no comfortable way to do this, she could only grit her teeth to prevent pained hisses while the woman digged around.
From beside them, a pained grunt could be heard. [i]Oh, shit,[/i] Nessa thought. She hadn't accidentally converted the man, had she?
Through her pain, Nessa simply felt around for the gun before she found it, took the safety off and aimed it at the man who was starting to regain consciousness. With a single silver bullet aimed right between the man's eyes, he was dead.
Nessa lowered the gun back down and resumed her attention to her leg. She disliked getting her hands dirty in all cases.