â€œFuck you,â€ she spat as she raised the gun again and shot what was left in her clip at the man. Ferra was dizzy, she tried to straighten her posture to meet her death, but his body was a blur. To her there seemed to be five vampires staring down at her as she felt herself falling back against the cool wall. Everything was moving, the whole building looked like it was going to fall down around her. Her stomach heaved again as bologna and mustard burned itâ€™s way up her throat and onto the maleâ€™s shoes. Had she been sound of mind and not dizzy she may have giggled, but since she was possibly staring at the person, or for better words, monster, who will meet her demise she couldnâ€™t.<br/><br/>Then he said something, to her it sounded like he was mumbling, but was she wanting to focus hard enough past the whirling images to listen to her killerâ€¦.Not likely. Instead she leaned back as her green eyes closed, her head hurt, and his mumbling speech made it hurt worse. Was he gonna kill her or not? Not like he would get much of a meal out of her, she was pretty much starved. Her ribs showed slightly, but fine muscling hid them to an extent. Ferra sighed as she found herself still not dead and opened her eyes to find the world not spinning.