A SPELL

"Who is that?!" Lucille asked, her voice rising more than usual, as she beheld the man who had just, and was still drinking blood from the neck of a weak man. Her mind already gave her the answer but she was still struggling with disbelief. Never had she thought that she would behold a vampire on her first day here. Shouldn't this be a werewolf territory? What was going on? And that man...he looked like the man in her dreams. Could he be the one? She wondered, unable to take her eyes off his black ones which were also stuck on her. 

"A vampire! A creature of the undead! Get in now! We have to shut the windows, and I need to create a protective spell. He has already seen us, and I don't think he would be letting us go for that." Sheila whisper- yelled, pulling Lucille into the confines of the room, and shutting the window forcefully and quickly.