His sensitive hearing detected the sliding of metal as the vampire drew a blade of some sort. Beneath the folds of his grey overcoat, his fingers tightened around the silver dagger he held in one hand and his pistol he held in the other. His eyes snapped open, and he sent a bullet into the vampire’s thigh. Using the shock conveyed through his sudden “resurrection” and the fact that she now had a bullet in her thigh to worry about, Isaiah sprang to his feet and maneuvered so that he was no longer the one cornered in the alley.

He took a moment to size up this vampire, since she was not giving off the energy signature he was used to feeling from so-called normal nightwalkers. The color of her skin—not quite the deathly pallor that was typical—was his first indication that something was off. The second thing of note was the fact that she was armed with several blades. He tilted his head to the side, considering. Lately, he had not been presented with many challenges, so he made a spur-of-the-moment, possibly a rash, decision.

Sheathing his dagger and holstering his pistol, Isaiah psychically freed Acerbus from his back. He grasped its hilt and let his strands of prayer beads dance lazily around him for a few seconds before releasing his mental hold on them. The obsidian sword gleamed faintly as it reflected the moonlight.

“Come, monster. Let us dance.”

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Set by Insaney. <3
[There is always music amongst the trees...]