I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths

Piper was hardly given time to dwell on the very fact that running was not likely to save their lives before she was torn so roughly out of her Hunter's grasp. A gasp escaped the girl as she was thrown into the pavement. The sheer force of it left her breathless and dazed. That momentary loss of focus was all it took for the vampire to be on her once again. Those talon-like fingers wrapped around her unbound hair, wrenching her off the ground. His grip remained tight on her even as the girl struggled. Oh, how she was unwilling to simply give in to the undead. If she was going to die, they couldn't say she hadn't tried to fight. That vampire wasted no time in moving his mouth to her neck, the man clearly annoyed that his food was playing with him. But Piper had just felt the cool breath of the vampire against the nape of her neck when, just as suddenly as he was on her, he released her. It took a moment for the young woman to process what was happening, but she immediately wrenched herself to a sitting position in time to see the Hunter struggle to pin down the vampire. Piper was certain, then, that the Hunter had every intention for her to use that moment to escape, and yet her gaze remained steadfast upon the sight in front of her.

The sound of the Hunter's fist colliding with the vampire's face was as if he had punched a wall, the only sound after that the sound of the Hunter's gasp of pain and the soft, condescending chuckle from the undead vampire. The Hunter's punch was little more than an amusement to the man, the vampire reacting in that bit of humor before he recovered enough to launch the brunette boy off of him. Piper scrambled to her feet then, every muscle of her body screaming at her to flee the situation. It was what her sisters would have done, what her dad would have wanted her to do, and even very likely what the hunter himself had expected her to do. And yet Piper found herself entirely incapable of abandoning the boy. She wasn't sure what she had always expected out of the hunters that roamed the city and acted as the human's silent guardians against the creatures that roamed in the night. But even in her wildest fantasies about the beings, she'd never expected them to look so human. To sound so human. And, even though this was hardly the time for those kind of thoughts, she'd never expected them to look so... lovely. Even though she was powerless and certainly fragile as a mere human, she couldn't leave and allow the beautiful boy to die.

Piper moved forward then, placing herself between the vampire and the fallen hunter. Her hand plunged into the depths of her bag, brandishing that silver pocket knife. Her thumb flicked it open easily and she held it out in front of her with a confidence she certainly didn't feel. The vampire himself moved slowly as he rose to his feet, a dark chuckle escaping the eternal being as the young girl commanded that he leave. It was not the reaction she was hoping for, and yet she was naively hoping that the silver instrument would be enough to get the man to leave her be. Piper was unaware of the hunter behind her, her focus remaining entirely on the vampire as the man eyed her. Oh, how she didn't want to ki- That line of thought entirely broken by the sensation of being wrenched backwards. Piper let out a yelp as she was pulled against the Hunter's chest, the sensation surprising her. Piper instinctively tried to pull her hand away as he reached for the blade, the girl remaining sure that he would take her last line of protection against the being. But his hand found hers, his very touch causing an eruption of those blue flames around the silver of her own blade. Piper's breath caught in her throat, her mouth parting to speak. Though whatever words lingered in her mind never found their way out, the girl's thoughts being held by the sudden lunge of the vampire towards them.

Piper let out a yell as the Hunter forced her hand forward, the girl seemingly frozen as her own hand thrust the blade into the chest of the vampire. Her eyes widened in horror as she allowed the hunter to navigate that blade into the chest of the vampire again and again and again until the undead creature collapsed at their feet. Piper's gaze held onto the dying creature as the Hunter pulled her backwards, his arm still protectively wrapped around her as the vampire bled at their feet. When the creature finally stilled and the Hunter released her, Piper released a breath she wasn't aware that she'd been holding, her now-bloodied weapon slipping from her grasp. The shock of the situation seemed to both heighten and diminish her senses at the same time, the girl entirely unaware of the grumbled words of the Hunter behind her. She was alive. She was alive and had survived a run in with a vampire entirely keen on taking her own life. And she'd... he'd... The Hunter had saved her. Driven entirely by the adrenaline that coursed through her body in the wake of the attack, Piper turned then towards the Hunter. The girl moved towards him, her arms thrown around his neck, her fingers finding a hold in the back of his hair. Her lips found his then, that frenzy inside her escaping her in a way that was all too physical as she kissed him.