"I became a hot target in the city after it was found out that I had escaped and killed a vampire."
Kiera said as she took a small sip of the juice beside her, setting the cup back on the table elegantly.
"Your scent..." Liam murmured.
"Yes." She nodded. "They could always track me. And I wasn't fully healed. So my capture was only a matter of time."
.....
"Get her! I can smell it! She's that human bitch!"
Hearing the voices of the guards behind her, she picked up pace despite her lingering injuries.
Dashing through the confused populace, she expertly used the market-like terrain to her advantage. She weaved between several shops, trying to throw off her pursuers but it didn't work.
Soon, her injuries began worsening, decreasing her speed drastically. Before long, the vampire guards caught up.
Kicked heavily from behind, she fell onto the ground like a puppet whose strings was cut—a pained expression on her face.
'Damn it!'
