Shaylee's keening echoed in my head as I was pulled to the ground and pinned under countless bodies. I fought them, screaming in answer to my Sidhe's cries, my vampire pushing them away over and over as the clan rushed in and struck me countless blows.
"Stop fighting." Batsheva's laughter followed her order as my body went limp and unmoving though my mind still tried to move my limbs. Even my vampire was still, Shaylee's crying now, soft sobs, her power reaching out to support me though she knew the same thing I did.
We were going to die and there wasn't anything we could do to stop it.
"Strip her clothing." Claws tore at my dress in response, slashing great rents in the fabric, pulling it free, exposed to the night air where I lay, shivering but motionless, looking up at the clear crystal stars while my brain spun in circles of panic.