Ross glared at the other vampire as she called him a bone bag. If only she knew how right she was. Underneath his shirt the skin and muscle was drawn tight against his ribs, all but a few of them could be easily seen.<br/><br/>He took a few quick steps forward as she glanced at his fleeing prey. When she turned back to face him she was within arms reach. He was about to strike with the stake when she pulled out the revolver. His shock was written plainly on his face but what she didnât she was that he was working hard to get past the gun and her without getting shot.<br/><br/>Ross suppressed a smile and replaced it with a look of defeat. âOk, ok sheâs yours.â He started to raise his hands in surrender. âJust donât shoot me.â A moment before the stake would have become visible his empty hand shot up as he went for the gun. He braced for the pain of the bullet as his other hand shot forward as he stabbed at her chest with the stake. He was confident that his empty hand would grab most if not all of her attention so he should be able to paralyze her.