A nightmare

I stood in the middle of the bodies.

Blood was gushing out from the wounds on the fallen vampires.

My master was fighting the ones that climbed the walls while I fought the ones who came to harm my son who was sitting on the throne.

I slashed through them without mercy, and blood spilt on the floor, soaking the clothes of the dead ones.

My gown was torn in various places, and blood sipped from the wounds.

Three vampires approached me at once, aiming to bring me down by their numbers.

I flipped and sent more streaks of lightning towards them.

I raised one of them and used him to knock the others down before I threw him towards a spike made by a broken chair.

The spike lodged into his chest, killing him instantly.

“Star, look out!”

My master shouted in warning.

I turned in time to knock the vampire trying to sneak behind me, down.

I took a fallen spike from the floor and thrust him on his chest with it.

His blood spilt, further soiling the gown I was putting on.

My face an