Vampire. No wonder every last person in this town were so paranoid and distrusting. How could anyone live like this? Why would they stay?<br/><br/>The bloated body of the burgomaster answered that question, however. Those who fled were doomed. Those who stayed were tormented. And those who had escaped had been drawn back, into that same cycle of horror and mistrust. Only, she hadn't been content to get herself into danger, but dragged poor Xavier into this hellhole as well.<br/><br/>“Either of you know anything about fighting? Have any silver? Now would be the time to tell me you’re vampire hunters from some distant land.”<br/><br/>Esperanza pulled her rapier, catching the dancing fire light of the candle on it's slim blade. "It's silver, and I know how to use it. Though I doubt vampires will bother to honor the rules of a proper duel. But sticking them with the pointy end should work all the same."<br/><br/>Just outside the door, Xavier taunted the vampire, and her heart wrenched.<i>He's going to get himself killed, and it's all my fault.</i>Guilt spurred her towards action. "Come on, we out number her now. If we sitting around hiding, we're just going to get picked off one at a time. If I'm to meet death tonight, let me meet her on my feet." The,n without waiting for a response, she headed down the stairs, silvered blade in hand.