Ferraâ€™s head snapped up at the soft thud she had heard upon the building. Unclipping the holster she brought the Glock up to aim, if whoever was outside valued their lives then they would stay away, if not, then they would find themselves with a .40 caliber hole in their head.  Slowly, the girl stood, her stance widening, preparing for the shock of the shot. Green eyes stared prepared at the doors as they creaked in the dusty breeze.<br/><br/>â€œShow yourself Rat,â€ her voice dry from crying the night before from watching her father be dragged away. Her heart raced as images flashed in front of her eyes.<br/><br/>Blood, there had been so much of it. Her father bravely standing with his back against the wooden hotel door as he braced the vampires on the other side back, his stalling had given her enough time to run, jumping from the window to hide in the skyscraper.  She hadnâ€™t been quick enough however as she watched a hand crash through the door and through her father. That dreadful crunch of wood and the slick splitting sound of stretching skin and a pop as that vampires hand burst through her fatherâ€™s stomach. It was then that she had left. His agonizing screams echoing within her mind as tears blinded her.<br/><br/>Now, she feared the same fate, at any moment she awaited the sickly crunch of her spine and the pop of breaking skin, as she would watch her blood splatter across the floor.  Shaking her head she gulped as the gun began to shake.