Emilie had been right, this was crap music and he was dressed all wrong he stood out like a thumb.
The red haired dancer opposite him smiled as to say hello hansom, as she stepped closer.
She did open her mouth and try to introduce her self but the god awful drone obscured it.
There was a jolt from his pager, Emilie had found the target.
Pushing pass the lady he reached inside his jacket fingering the cold steel of the large framed colt.
Holding his pistol close to his chest, he open the storeroom door.
With the crack of thunder his pistol blazed as he opened fire.
Gun fire echoed in Emilie’s ears as she watched the vampire staggered back under Dominic’s assault, sliver bullets punching deep in vampiric flesh.
Like cobra she leapt at the vampire, driving both feet in to the monsters belly.
Blood trickled from the vampires mouth as he fired wildly back at Dominic.
Rolling back Emilie sprang to the balls of her feet as the vampires gun ran dry.
Dominic swore as he slammed a new magazine in to his pistol.
Emilie arose, ever muscle tense as she whipped her leg straight up, caching the monster throat with her boot as his head smashed in to the concentrate ceiling.
“One dead maggot of a vampire, now do you want to do the honours dom?”
Emilie stopped mid sentence as she court sight of Dominic clutching his side as blood tricked down his shirt.
“Oh Frell…”
