Beth watched as the man arrived. The silver claws fascinated her. She wondered how much it would cost to get a pair she could wield herself. She would need training though since the technique looked very different than the technique used to wield a Katana like she had at home. Maybe she would be better off spending the money to get a new sword after all she wouldnâ€™t need t extra training that way and it probably would cost less to get one good blade than six. She shrugged at his comment about her having more balls. It was probably true. She was just pissed about not being able to hold her own because she didnâ€™t have the proper tools. She distinctly disliked playing the damsel in distress card, but right now that was about the only play she had.<br/><br/>AS they were distracted by the new comer Bethany tried her best to kick out at the vampire holding her. She was having no luck, but he did seem to get rather irritated with trying to hold someone who wiggled around so much. She thought she heard the word daywalker, but couldnâ€™t be sure. She had heard her grandfather talk about daywalkers, but they were thought to be gone. She had never heard of one actually existing at least not recently. It didnâ€™t really matter though.<br/><br/>She was starting to work her way free. She was still pretty well secured, but it seemed the vampire holding her could only concentrate on one thing at a time and like all the others he was concentrating on the man not her. As he dispatched the last of the group except for the leader and Mr. T she finally slipped through his arms and hit the earth with a disconcerting crack. Her heel had broken. At least it wasnâ€™t her ankle. These really werenâ€™t sensible shoes anyway. She usually convinced herself that she didnâ€™t need pretty things since they would just ruin them fighting vampires or trying to get a good picture, but these boots had been just too great to pass up and they were on sale. Oh well one less pair of shoes wouldnâ€™t kill her, but she had really liked this pair. Focus Beth shoes are so not the important thing here. Think about the vampires that want to kill you instead.<br/><br/>â€œWhat do you say we improve the odds?â€ She rolled to grab her wand and face off against the two remaining vampires. She didnâ€™t know who this man was or if he could be trusted, but she didnâ€™t have much of a choice and he did appear to be on her side so he couldnâ€™t be all bad. She could always fight or ditch him once they were out of danger if he turned out to be the wrong kind of person. She felt better having the wand back in hand she still would have given anything to feel the reassuring weight of her katana though. â€œYou take the ass hole, the hulk is all mine.â€<br/><br/>Bethany had never been good at accepting things. She was not about to forgive the slow-witted if strong vampire to think he got the jump on her. She might not be as strong but she was fast. She didnâ€™t wait for a reply from her companion she just launched herself at the hulking vampire before hitting the ground sliding between his legs and slicing up with a spell that left a large smoldering hole in his right shoulder. She swung out her leg swiping it around to take his feet out from under him. She quickly dispatched him with a stake instead of her wand. She always had a few stakes stashed somewhere. â€œThe bigger they are the harder they fall.â€ She was hastily brushing vamp dust from her clothing. â€œIck vampire ashes and I had just washed the last vamp out of my hair this morning.â€ She stashed her stake back into the concealed pocket in her coat that she had pulled it from.