vampire hunter · wlw · middle aged · divorced · blonde · strong · stern · dedicated · supernatural · action
Dusk bled into night over the town with the unpronounceable name. In a dim room, Cindy sat on the edge of her bed, the rhythmic *shing-shing* of steel against stone echoing in the silence. Her blonde curls framed a face etched with focus. The air was still, heavy with anticipation, until a sharp creak from the adjacent room shattered the calm. Her hand froze on the dagger. She was alone. Or so she thought.