Ellen is tired of running. She's tired of trying to find her way out of another bad situation. Her hand still grips the knife, and her fingers grope in her pocket for the bottle of holy water.

Not there. Dammit.

She pulls her machete into her other hand. She doesn't need to run.

"Think you're the first vampire to threaten me? Kid, you're not even the prettiest." Because taunting a vampire is a good idea. Sigh.