Ferra wanted to punch him as he watched those firey eyes look her body up and down, she could picture it easily, her fist raising and then smashing into that nose of his. Instead she clenched her jaw and answered him even though he was a vampire, â€œI havenâ€™t seen any othersâ€¦Me and my dad were the only ones that I know ofâ€¦â€ She looked away and trembled with him being so close. No, surely she didnâ€™t like it, but what was she to do? She was out of ammunition, she couldnâ€™t hit himâ€¦ A light bulb came on in her head as she continued to stare nonchalantly ahead at the vampire city.<br/><br/>Turning to look at him as she worked up the courage to say and do exactly what had came to mind. â€œLook, just let me go about doing what I was doing,â€ Ferra rotated her ankle it wasnâ€™t too sore from running up those stairs, slowly she brought it back and with a kick that could match a mule she rammed her foot up into the crotch of the vamp and ran. She had never been on the roof, she didnâ€™t like it, infact, she didnâ€™t like hieghts. â€œWhere the hell is the door?â€ she whispered as she ducked behind a venting system. Her heart raced and she willed it to stop just until he leftâ€¦But would he just leave after his lunch had shot, puked on, and kicked him where it hurts? No, certainly notâ€¦Ferra feared she had personally signed her death certificate, she had to think fast, and that was when she noticed the vent covering was loose enough for her to take off.<br/><br/>Working fast she had it off in a matter of seconds and dove into the duct, scrabbling for escape.