She runs as fast as she can, as fast as her legs will carry her. She can see her target in the distance, the warehouse on the dock where that thing went. She can sense it’s fear as it rushes to the roof, aware that its time is running out.
The warehouse doorway comes up fast and she stops. There’s no use running in blindly, she thinks. This thing may be scared, but it’s smart. I hate the smart ones. She adjusts her eyes, switching them over to nightvision with a blink and steps inside, unholstering her light-pistol.
A clatter sounds from above and she bolts for the stairs, taking them two at a time until she reaches the roof. The cityscape sprawls out before her eyes, lit up against the night sky and there, perched on the edge of roof like a gargoyle watching over the city, sits that thing, that demon. That vampire.
“Why did you do it?” she asks him, chambering a light-round into the pistol.
“What choice did I have?” it responds.
“I loved you,” she says as she raises the pistol, aims, and fires.