Sara walked inside after them. Silvie scared her. Scared her to death. Her long white hair hung around her head, plastered to her scalp from the rain. Small drops of rain fell to the ground of the house. "Is there any way I can help?" She looked up, her grey eyes pleading for forgiveness. Those eyes greatly resembled those of a begging dog.
((Meh either. And this is sad because I created it and I cant even remember waht I was going to do.... OH WAIT! Funna, do you remember the original? How about some highly skilled trackers and hunters that are trained and bred to not be affected by certain things.... Though half the vampys cant fight anyway. Right?))
((Well, they would be a little more known to others. The way I saw it was I was the only other one there who knew what they were and where they were from. Also a few people had quit before we even started so... I think I will skip that idea. Anyone else have a suggestion?))