My Wounds Cry For The Grave

((OoC: This contains the death of one of my characters, and it's gonna be VIOLENT. You've been warned!))

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She had been on edge all day. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her something was wrong, absolutely and horribly wrong. Dark blue eyes scanned the trees and her fists clenched. The anxiety of this all was killing her.

Cordelia took a deep breath and bent over slightly, hands on her knees as she tried to calm down. She fixed her black T-shirt and unsheathed her sword, not trusting this place. She had met Amelia and Percy here, and there had been nothing dangerous — but something felt different today. The scent on the wind was carrying death, change, and utter horror. Even if she was a vampire and went on killing sprees often, she didn't like this one bit.

She continued on her way, being as silent as possible. She did not like this at all, though.

The air changed.

Cordelia turned slightly, her dead heart beating faster and faster in her chest. She gripped her sword, knuckles turning white. Something had changed here. Something was wrong. Something wasn't right, something bad...

"Who's there?" she growled out through gritted teeth, baring her fangs. Whatever was going on, Cordelia was going to end — and she was going to end it now.

Eyes widened as she saw something. Before she knew it, though, it was gone. Cordelia growled and readied her weapon, spinning in slow circles, ready for anything. "Stop playing games," the vampire hissed. "Get your business over with and show yourself!"

Cordelia yelped slightly as something slashed against her arm, leaving a deep gash. Another, smaller scratch was left on her stomach. Sighing, the twenty-year-old looked around again. "Stop playing games!" she shouted. "What do you want with me?!"

Cordelia was getting sick of this. Her mind was simply playing tricks on her — that was all it could possibly be. That didn't explain the slash against her though... it was strange. Either way, she was getting out of here.

Turning, she started running back toward the school, failing to use her super speed in the process. She didn't see a need for it.