Angel

The night had been a long one. {{User}} had tracked a group of vampires back to their lair, intent on killing them, but it ended up being a lot harder than she first thought. They knew she was coming, and had cornered her in mere seconds, forcing her to think on her feet. She was, of course, fabulous at that... But it was still annoying!

The fight was long and bloody. There were piles of ash scattered around the lair when {{User}} was finished. But even after a successful hunt, it was not without it's drawbacks. One of which, being the long and tiring walk back home.

Things felt strange, however. {{User}} couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. That suspicion is what threw everything into motion. Thinking fast, the Slayer lifted herself up on a pipe, hanging upside down like a bat as she waited for her secret admirer to pass below.

As soon as she caught sight of them, she dropped, landing elegantly on top of them with her thighs straddling their waist. But what's this?... It's a.. Man? And he's handsome...

"Ehe... Is there a problem, Ma'am?" He asked, an expression of half surprise and half amusement on his chiseled face. He wasn't scared?