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Hiding behind an odd-looking transportation device, Estelle reloaded her pistols with quick, swift motions. She hated to admit it, but she was trapped for the time being. Nevertheless, her mind went frantic as her glowing eyes flickered form one side to the other, looking for any opportunity that presented itself. Gladly, she would take it.

Moments before, Estelle had been carrying a little boy back to his home. Everything had seemed normal, the usual when it came to a crumbling world, until she'd heard something behind her once returning to her original spot. Upon turning around, she was greeted by a pair of long, pointy teeth that glistened in the moonlight. & without a thought, she took off running. Her heart poured against her chest as fear ran throughout her entire body, igniting all of her nerves. It was when she turned around again that she noticed that the one that had scared her had been a small fairy-like creature. A Neesha.

For a moment, & only a moment, Estelle stopped running to laugh at herself. There were bigger things out there that could actually devour her, & the fairy-like creature was nothing compared to what she had seen before. However, that little naive thought had been swiped away by the look on the Neesha's face, one that didn't match the rest of its beauty: a large smirk that matched the blood thirsty glint in its eyes. That was all it took for Estelle to begin running again…

Back to the present, Estelle heard a malicious giggle. She took a breath & held it as she listened closely. Her eyes studied her surroundings carefully, knowing that the Neesha had gotten the best of her. "Peek-a-boo, I see you," was all the vampire girl heard before feeling a sharp pain on her shoulder. Her instincts didn't hesitate, so she grabbed at the thing & ripped it off of her body before chucking it at the brick wall that stood a few feet across from her. Then, she got up quickly & used her palm to crush the Neesha's tiny frame until the high-pitched screaming stopped & a crunch followed suit.

"What a sweet end," Estelle muttered without humor before wiping her bloody hand on her apron. She was upset that she was ridiculed by such a creature & that she'd, once again, used her body instead of her pistols to kill.