With short black hair and red piercing eyes, Ashton had a soft, if handsome face that could send girls into a tizzy about good-looking young men. Of course, the first problem was that Ashton Tepes was a girl. A girl that looked like a boy from just about every angle (with clothing on), but still a girl.<br/><br/>The second problem was a bit more historical. Some called it myth or legend, but the evidence was within her veins. No one knew, for certain, what happened to Judas Iscariot after the crucifixion of the Lamb of God. Ashton knew. Or at least, her ancestry told the story. If she had opened her mouth longer, you would see elongated fangs in her mouth. Her hair was black, but if the hair dye came off, it would have been a striking white not unlike albinos. The most famous of her ancestry was Vlad the Impaler, also known as Dracula. She was a vampire.<br/><br/>The sun didn't turn her into dust, but it certainly pissed her off.<br/><br/>Taking shelter in an empty building, Ashton leaned against the wall and sipped on a medium-sized steel canteen. It was filled with blood, but that was fortunately hard to discern. A few more moments of rest, and she would flip her hood back up and walk home. The crazy thing about being a vampire was that rain was more fun to walk under than the sun, but rain had the nerve to disappear midway.<br/><br/>"What are you doing?!"<br/><br/>She heard a woman, no wait, a girl of her age scream. It sounded like a few thugs had grabbed a girl, and just right behind the wall Ashton leaned upon, too. Hanging the canteen by her belt and flipping on her hood, Ashton flexed her muscles a bit.<br/><br/>Shoving a door open, the first thing she saw, beyond the dazzling sunlight, was the metal glint of four pistols. Ashton mentally groaned. She had been shot before, and while they were flesh wounds, no one believed<span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span>could walk off so many shots without questioning their medical history.<br/><br/>Well, there was a girl being threatened. Ashton had to suck it up and act like a knight in shining armour.<br/><br/>Ashton first grabbed the first thug's arm, and she was pretty sure even the blonde-haired girl heard the crunch of bones in the thug's arm. The gun fell out of his hand, and Ashton kicked it in her direction. She couldn't pick it up yet.<br/><br/>The other three thugs fired in her direction, but the bullets struck the body of the thug Ashton grabbed. When she heard the dry clicks of empty guns, she bent down and picked up the last gun, pointing it at the thugs.<br/><br/>They had the advantage, but there was something about surviving a difficult situation that made it seem like Ashton had it. From the trembling faces of her enemies, they were certainly intimidated.<br/><br/>"Leave," she growled.<br/><br/>The thugs sped away, and one of them sounded like he stumbled on his way out. They probably only had 1 magazine each.<br/><br/>Ashton let go of the thug she held, who crumpled onto the floor. His eyes stared lifelessly into the sky.<br/><br/>"Oh crap. I just got someone killed." Ashton scratched her hair beneath her hood with her gun thoughtlessly, before smiling at Aris. "Ya' haven't been here before, so don't. It's like hell in here."<br/><br/>If there's one thing Ashton forgot before walking out, was the blood around her lips. No sane thug attacks someone who looked like they just drank blood.