But a vampire in prison? Yeah. That's what I thought. I figured it had been so long that I was just itching for a fight and so I was probably just imagining it. It was probably just the fact that someone was right behind me. So what did I do? Yeah, I turned around to see who was so damn close to be giving me the vamp shivers. Big mistake. As I turned my head, a fist connected with my jaw and I was sent flying off my the bench.
I sat up, wiped the trickle of blood from my lip, and stood up. Needless to say, I was pissed. And when someone pisses me off, I know just what to do. Fight back. But this vamp chick was strong. Stronger than most vamps? I couldn't be sure. It'd been way too long since I'd gotten my hands dirty with a little violence. But it was a dirty fight. She was wicked strong and very determined. And she only came after me. Gotta say, I like a person who's focused, but why the fuck was she so focused on me? Obviously cause I was a Slayer. But she coulda totally taken any other inmate, but instead she chose me. And only me.
After about five minutes, my special security guards came and dragged me away. And as soon as someone intervened? She split. She fucking split. She was on a mission. To kill me. But why?
So now I'm sitting here, back in my cell holding an ice pack to my jaw. You shoulda seen how scared the guards were to hand me that pack. I think that little violent outbreak made everyone even MORE scared of me. Like they weren't scared enough. But I have to wonder what the hell is going on. Why am I getting attacked in prison? Shouldn't prisons be safe? Isn't there security? People can't seem to bust out, but that chick could bust in and attack me? This was majorly messed up. I'm like a damn sitting duck in here.
And now I'm all restless from not slaying that vamp. Ugh.
And damn, I'm hungry.