Sabrina was in a state of shock as she looked up to see her mother standing before her with a sword in her hand. Her mother's appearance was transformed as she stood there, her hair disheveled and her clothes covered in blood. The black blades of the sword glinted in the dim light, and the blood of the vampire trickled down the sword, staining it red.
The headless body of the vampire twitched on the ground as Sabrina struggled to take in what had just happened. The room was filled with the metallic smell of blood, the stench of death and decay, and the sickly sweet odor of the vampire's flesh.
Sabrina could hardly believe that her mother, the gentlewoman who had always been her rock, had just slain a powerful vampire with ease. The image of her mother, standing there like a warrior, her sword dripping with blood, was seared into Sabrina's mind.