"P-Please ma'am," Alia stuttered out and the old woman screamed like an angry devil before aiming the gun at her head. Alia clenched her teary eyes shut as she waited for the bullet's impact, but it never came.
Alia took quick, uneven breaths before calming herself enough to slowly open her eyes. She released a silent gasp before clasping her hands over her mouth; her eyes widened in horror when the old woman collapsed, landing face-first on the ground with a loud thud.
There wasn't an ounce of blood in her body; her skin was so pale that it looked blue and the veins pressed against her sweaty skin were dark blue...almost black! There was, however, a wound on her neck covered in blood...a bite.
Alia's chest heaved violently as she lowered her head, tightly clenching her fists as she shook her head back and forth. "W-What have you done, Logan?" she stuttered out as she finally rose her head to look at the culprit of the old woman's demise.
