The fog on her mind was beginning to lift, but the fear and worry about what was about to happen to Nathaniel replaced that in Adell's head. She could not stand by and expect a good outcome.<br/><br/>Adell shook her head and tugged her sleeves to her elbows. It was time to get dirty. In two footsteps, the girl reached her top speed and was speeding towards her target. For an ordinary human, it would have been impossible.<br/><br/>But the blood of the betrayer was hers. It was once said that Judas Iscariot, the man who betrayed Jesus to the Romans, was cursed by God, to never touch silver again. That was the least of his problems, however. Sunlight tormented him, and he would be cursed to drink blood to survive. His descendants would all suffer from the same condition, including Adell's father and herself. There were benefits like increased strength and agility, but Adell always felt that the part about sunlight and drinking made no part of it worth the cost.<br/><br/>The sunlight got into her eyes the moment she left the awning, as if a taunting message from the divine. She could imagine it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You're a monster."</span><br/><br/>"Fuck off," she whispered back at it.<br/><br/>Withstanding the sun, she passed by one of Nathaniel's targets, punching him squarely in the face. With a scream like a little girl, he left go of Nathaniel and crumpled like a melted snowman.<br/><br/>Adell took a few steps to stop herself, just beside the thug she knocked down, brushed herself off and smiled at the terrified looking pair still standing.<br/><br/>"Three versus five, I can say we're doing pretty well," said Adell. She had sounded like a typical British gentleman; Received Pronunciation flowed off her tongue so smoothly, it wasn't hard to imagine her asking for a cup of tea after this. The only hints in her voice that made her sound girlish were a little too subtle for the average person to notice. Her short white hair and red eyes made her look like a vampire, though she always claimed albinism for her inability to stand the sunlight and these alarming physical traits.<br/><br/>A wave of adrenaline washed over her as she spoke, and with the inner glow of feeling like a badass, she almost forgot she was standing in the sun. None of that dropped when she heard a gunshot from the rooftops. The second thug holding onto Nathaniel dropped to his knees, holding his bleeding hand and whimpering.<br/><br/>"And the kid upstairs has a gun!" shouted Silas. The glint of sunlight upon the black pistol made it all the more obvious what he was holding in both his hands. A few moments ago, he had placed the kitten on the floor to draw his gun, and a nervous worry about where the kitten wandered off to began to chew on his mind. Certainly a 16 year old kid like Silas had no business holding onto a gun, but Father Alexander Jerusalem, his adoptive father, was bad at keeping guns securely.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Back off!"</span>growled the both of them.