After what feels like an eternity of furious fighting, Each of us exchanging strikes, he takes one last swing at me. This one is too close to the mark and I'm just barely able to dodge it, leaping backwards off my feet and hitting the ground. I roll quickly and then jump back onto my footing. "Impressive," his breathing is ragged, though I suppose so is mine: The battle is every bit as tense as when I fight Demetrius. "But you are my daughter after all. As fun as this is, I am afraid I must end this now, I am short on time." I grin, my ego still inflated. "You're welcome to try." With that I charge at him again. *** Her name is Pussy Willow, a vampire slayer. Orphaned as a baby, raise by the church, trained as a slayer, an unknown past and an uncertain future are all about to collide after being taken by a vampire, who may have unleashed the apocalypse.