*Xander*
“ZEKE!" the woman screamed as I wrestled her captor into the ground.
I glanced up at her, confused as she dropped to her knees and swatted me repeatedly with a canvas sack that felt like it was filled with rocks.
The man, apparently named Zeke, was hissing and moaning beneath me as I shoved my elbow into the back of his neck and held one of the wooden knives against his ribs, ready to drive it through his chest.
“Get off of him, you maniac!" the woman cried, beating me with her bag of rocks.
“He's a vampire!" I protested, throwing my weight against him as he continued to struggle.
The woman looked more annoyed than anything. Her skin wasn't pale at all, not like his. It was a rich golden brown, and her eyes were the palest, brightest blue I'd ever seen. Her hair was cove
