"Such poor specimens of humanity," the vampire said regretfully, grabbing hold of one man's arm and tightening her grip until there was an audible snap, "Willing to level firearms at unarmed girls."

Yanking on the injured arm, Anne pulled this particular man in close, smirking at his pain. It was with a predatory gleam in her eye that she released it, instead cradling his neck. "Even if all your friends run away, you are going to be sticking around just a bit longer..."

Maybe now all those other fools would take the hint and run? She [i]did[/i] so hate to be watched in these situations.