Humanity Strikes Back

[Jessica's POV]

Jessica hears heavy tires outside, and boots on the pavement. She hones her super-human hearing: the house is surrounded. Jumping off the drained man, she goes into an athletic stance, knees bent, fight-of-flight instincts activated.

"Virginia...come on...we need to get out of here" Jessica yells, gesturing Virginia go follow. Where the fuck is Caprice? Jessica wonders angrily. There is a loud crash, and the tinkling of glass as shattered windows fall to the tiles. Jessica hisses, unsure where to go.

"What do we do?" Virginia says, pacing in panic. Jessica doesn't know. She sees shadowy figures positioned outside all the windows. Black boots, black outfits, helmets, face masks. I could take one. Or even five. But two dozen with guns? Impossible.

Jessica needs a burst of energy, of adrenaline. She grabs Virginia by the throat, drawing her close and biting into her neck. Virginia protests and tries to push Jessica off, but Jessica is too strong. After gulping several mouthfuls of the hybrid blood, she drops a whimpering Virginia to the floor.

"Jessica...why..." Virginia pleads.

"Shut up, half-ling" Jessica booms, glaring.

Szzzz szzzz zzz szzzzz

Jessica shrieks in agony, her skin is on fire. She is momentarily blinded, and falls to her knees, before she realizes what has happened. Ultraviolet lamps. Her vision recovers just in time to see the men in black storming the house. She jumps to her feet, every inch of exposed skin smoldering and flaking, and leaps towards a window. She crashes through, hearing Virginia being captured behind her.

Jessica feels herself recovering, her wounds healing. She prepares to sprint to the next property. Fwtt, fwtt, fwtt. Jessica feels three sharp pains in her back, in rapid succession. She falls to her knees, her body paralyzed in pain. Bullets shouldn't have this effect on her, not in the back. Silver bullets she thinks, enraged. The pain is unbearable, she falls forward onto her face. Jessica can't move.

She feels a boot abruptly roll her onto her back. A masked soldier holds a gun muzzle to her face as another bends to bind her wrists and feet with silver handcuffs.

"We got her" one of the masked men yells to someone outside Jessica's field of vision. She hears footsteps, but lighter than the soldiers, approaching. A female face peers down at her disdainfully.

Caprice! You traitorous cunt Jessica rages. Caprice winks at her and walks away, making Jessica even angrier. A soldier shoots Jessica in the head, and cuts to black.