<strong>Name:</strong>Emily Hartwell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Emily tossed her beer aside, letting it spill, as she stared at the violence taking place.  She couldn't help it -- she hated to face someone down, even as she'd failed to talk down the monster that'd bitten her and forced her to do her own monster thing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I don't understand the, um, question..." she stammered, not following the strange man's words.  She just wanted to get home (late, but that was how it went for her).<br/><br/>"That's fine.  Don't need you to."  His face changed, and he lunged, and then her throat was in horrid pain and an equally horrid shriek escaped her.<br/><br/>Any normal girl would have died.  Any normal girl wouldn't have grown claws and teeth and fur and broken her glasses on the ground and ripped the vampire into ashes.<br/><br/>Seriously.  </em>Vampires?<em>  Did the world suck that much?<br/><br/>Oh, yes.  It did.  There was more.<br/></em><br/><hr/><br/>Quietly, she fingered those twin scars on her neck (so hard to explain!) and started making her way toward the blond girl who kicked ass.  Just in case.  Things were never simple, she'd learned that.