Sophie, Heath & Elizabette.
Sophie ran, panting, down the street. She'd used her last two stakes on a group of fledges and she knew Heath and that blonde vampiress, his Sire were right behind her. Dammit, at least in Damuram, a stake was not too hard to make out of the surrounding materials. But apparently, there was just nothing wooden in London.
Dammit. She was going to die.
Heath reached out and caught her, pulling her to his chest. She brought her knee up, but he dodged it with a flex of his body. They'd trained against each other too often for him to fall for any of her tricks. They grappled for a few moments, before he slammed the back of her head into a wall. Sophie moaned, eyes dazed and unfocused.
"Sire?" Heath asked, keeping her head leant back and throat exposed.
Elizabette walked out of the shadows, smiling with pride.
"We'll take her to Angelus. I have no interest in Siring her, but such fight and tenacity should be rewarded. Drink enough from her to keep her unable to fight."
Heath nodded and sank his fangs into Sophie's neck.
"So you get a reprieve, Prongs," he whispered to her as she faded into unconsciousness.
"You might wish we'd just killed you outright."