52 Week Short Story Writing Challenge - #12

Background:So school's back now and I've been focusing on it a bit, makingkeeping with my challenge difficult but not impossible. One of myteachers wants me to reconsider changing my English choice fromstandard to advanced but I'm not exactly sure. Oh, and if anyonewould like to talk to me about my challenge, if they'd like to doit or just a little comment on how to improve my own, please followme on my twitter at www.twitter.com/missabooks. So in the meanwhilehere is another short story named Huntress.
ShortStory #12 - Huntress
Herbreath was jagged; coming in and out as though someone was physicallytearing it and sewing it back in. The exit was ahead, a bright signabove the stone arch but she never made it. She whipped aside,tearing out her swords and her delicate fangs in the same moment asthe hellhound advanced on her. It sent her tumbling but she got abooted foot under its belly and shoved upward, its throat letting outa whimper between snarls.Theglassy cries of the other vampires were following close behind,piercing her ears and scraping against her skull. She would surelydie if they caught hold of her.Theswords glinted silver in her hands as she reached up and severed thehellhounds head, the heavy thing landing with a thud beside her. Darkblood poured from the stump of its neck and onto her leather bodysuitas she scrambled to her feet and took off toward the exit again. Fromthe corridor she saw the vampires pouring out behind her but then shewas through the exit and into the park, moonlight dancing on the darklake beside the path.Windpicked up, howling like the dead hellhound and whipping her blondehair into her eyes; she picked up speed until she was merely a whiteblur against the night. Her boots thudded against the ground, heavyweights on the ends of her legs that threatened to slow her. Stillshe managed to outrun the other vampires, her fangs leaving finetrails of blood down her chin. Ahead a slow human jogger enjoyed thecooling summer night and she hurried to him, snapping his neck cleanbefore the vampires could kill him."Nightbringer!""Princess!""Vampiress!"Thevampires behind her screamed the names, each time causing the ancientrunes around her wrists to glow brightly. She couldn't deny whatshe was but as the only vampire to be able to walk during the daythey wanted to kill her. Some wanted her death out of jealousy,others out of fear. The river rushed beside her and suddenly sheveered left, sliding the swords back in their hilts and her fangsinto her jaw.Shejumped, narrowly clearing the wide river and stumbling on the stones;the vampires across the river screamed, their vulnerability of waterforcing them to remain on the other side. As a half-human huntressshe didn't feel the overwhelming fear that moving water gavefull-blooded vampires, merely a queasy feeling that faded fast onceshe'd gained her footing.Therewere approximately twenty vampires across the river, each staring ather with hate-filled eyes and screaming loud. The huntress stood herground, hands gripping the hilts of her swords as they glinted, freefrom their sheaths. The vampires weren't all together, some pacingthe river looking for ways across whilst others continued theirscreaming, however, there was one that didn't do anything.Delosstood silently amongst the vampires, dark brown eyes black in shadow;a crooked smile pulled his lips as she watched. She knew that heloved her but wanted to kill her as much as the other vampires. Sheremembered the times he'd hugged her, whispered in her ear that shewould always be safe as long as he drew breath. He no longer did.Witha sigh, the huntress turned on her heel, disappearing into thedarkness cast by the forest as she heard his deep voice whisper threesmall but meaningful words."Ilove you." But she was already gone.