<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Exterior of Simon’s Bull - <em>Desperately</em> in need of another drink.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Motherfucker!" was about all Delilah could manage to blurt out as the devilish figure single-handedly slaughtered the very men who had insisted on protecting them.  The blood flowed fresh and hot over her face, but by then she was all business.  The<em>thing</em>seemed distracted enough with its meal, but it was pretty damn clear he'd probably have more than enough room in his cavernous gullet for the rest of them once he was through with the sad sack of meat by the squad car.<br/><br/>All she could feel was her feet pounding against the slick pavement as she ran to the front of the truck, unlocking the door and hauling herself up with surprising finesse for a total drunk; the adrenaline was doing plenty to suffocated the slight buzz of the liquor.  She had a special gift in mind for the bloodsucker, and she thoroughly hoped he'd enjoy it.<br/><br/>For most people, getting hit at close-range by a pulverizing blast from a pump-action shotgun would be enough to put them well in the ground.  Unfortunately, her enemy wasn't most people.  For that kinda breed, only one kinda shell would do.  Explosive silver rounds, anointed with holy water and filled with a potent mixture of wolf's bane and wooden slivers peeled from a holy sign.  Not the mark of Christ--sometimes one had to go<em>way</em>back to find the proper runes, back in days when religion had<em>real</em>power and the world was a dark and unpleasant place right down to its very core.  It had only taken one occasion of a vampire laughing at her cross for her to take the hint.<br/><br/>No words, just action.  Weapon hot and ready in her hands, she got as close to the damn thing as she dared to risk and pulled the trigger hard.<br/>