alexa_bond_carter | 100 words - Prompt 155

They had always been the protectors, or so they believed. Now alone at night in the French Quarter, heels echoed past revelry. Ahead, a drunken girl was grabbed by a man, so swift he must be one of those creatures. Alexa felt her terror, as he bared fangs to strike. No longer needing men's protection, hand lifting towards predator and prey. The vampire hit his knees in the mud, piss and bile. Alexa turned her palm, and he screamed as the blinding pain crawled through his brain, till he fell, neck broken. "Not tonight," Alexa whispered, smiling, as prey fled.