We Aren't Angels

Mias pov

Mia's POV

I get home and instantly head for the freezer looking for an ice pack for my hand.

I should've just killed him. Now people might see me as weak.

But I couldn't, he saved me from those thugs.

Well we're even now so the next time I see him, no holding back.

I just have to be sure and remember his face, which shouldn't be too hard cause in all honesty, he was pretty hot. Not many people like that around here these days.

The pretty people were targeted first by the vamps but when that well dried up they moved on to nearly everyone.

Now it's like almost everyone's forgotten about the evil they committed. Not me though...

I flick through a few channels on the TV until deciding nothing good is on.

It starts getting dark so I figure I'll keep myself busy with "patrols."

After wrapping up my cut up knuckles I go into the basement and go to my secret room.

Swinging the large doors open dramatically, they reveal a hidden treasure of weapons and disguises.

I slip into my most badass outfit; leather corset, leather boots and a black trench coat.

I put my hair up into a bun then slip on my short black wig that helps to conceal my identity.

Now it's time to choose my weapons.

What shall it be today Mia?

Nun chucks? Nope, they only seem cool.

Shot gun? Nope, too hard to keep reloading all the time.

Samurai sword? Nope, still teaching myself how to use it.

Ah-ha! Two P99 handguns with extra clips should do the trick.

I load up, sliding the guns in their holsters attached to my thighs and attaching the extra clips to the inside of the trench coat.

As I leave the house in the dark of night, a breeze blows a familiar scent up my nose.

It smells like my father.

Oh, did I forget to mention this is his old trench coat? Well it is, and it still smells like him.

I burry my nose in my shoulder taking in a quick whiff of the strong, everlasting cologne with a warm smile on my face.

Then I hear a loud obnoxious noise that snaps me back to reality.

It was just a cat, but I still need to remain alert; half the vamps in the city are trying to kill me right now.

I slip seamlessly through the shadows without being seen or heard. It's a skill I've perfected over the years.

The streets are all empty and completely silent other than an occasional car engine in the far off distance.

I hear a muffled shriek about a block away and swing into action.

Hastily, I make my way to where the noise originated.

I can see at least two vampires, but I'm not sure if there are any more of them hiding out of sight.

There's a male and a female, and they're feasting on a pale unconscious man probably in his early twenties.

I'm assuming it's just the two of them since no one else has come out to feed.

I step out of the shadows and cough after seeing they didn't acknowledge my presents.

It's no fun to kill them before they even know I'm there.

The two hunched over monsters spin their heads with blood pouring from their open and hissing mouths.

They both stand up and I can see their eyes.

Completely blacked out.

The "lowest class" vampires.

Allow me to explain, there are three known groups of Stirgoi.

The Lowest Class: vamps that have no emotion, ugly, nocturnal, no thoughts other than kill and are the products of humans testing on the "middle class" Stirgoi. Easy kill (one shot to the head.)

The Middle Class: Much like the vampire from earlier today, they are beautiful, experience emotion, can blend in with us humans easily, and are the main population of Stirgoi. Moderate difficulty in killing; decapitate or stab the heart.

Upper Class: They are more of the Gods of the vampires, there are only a handful that still exist, are extremely beautiful, strong, wealthy, and lusted after by all. Almost impossible to kill; slice and dice then burn.

I have yet to meet one of such rank but I have no doubt I will one day have the pleasure in killing one.

The black-eyed freaks are looking at me like a meal and have several chuncks of flesh stuck in their teeth.

"You got a little something right here," I joke, pointing to the corner of my mouth.

They both snarl loudly then charge full speed ahead.

They are 3 feet away when I quickly snap my hands to my guns and pop one bullet each straight into their skulls.

*BANG* *BANG*

They fold over, flopping onto the concrete limply.

*SMACK*

"H-h-h-help m-m-me."

I look up from my kill and see the man trying to sit up.

He's covered in bites and is drenched in a pool of his own red thick liquid.

He's lost to much blood and at the rate it's happening, he'll either be dead or un-dead within an hour.

I approach him slowly, cautiously.

"There's nothing I can do for you."

I raise my gun so it's pointed directly in-between his quivering eyebrows.

"May God forgive me for my sins," I say like I usually do when I'm forced to kill an innocent.

"N-n-no p-please! Don't!"

That's everyone's initial response.

*BANG*

I sigh, turning around to leave when I see a shadowy figure leaning against the brick wall.

"Nice job."

"Who the hell are you?" I question, bringing my gun back up and aiming at where I believe the stranger's head is at.

"You've already forgotten about me?"

"You didn't answer my question." I grip my gun tighter.

The figure lets out a sigh and takes a step forward.

"It's me..."