Sometimes a story just enters my mind begging to be written so here goes.
"You really should have been wearing a vest Storm," my doctor and best friend Mira fussed as she removed what had to be the fifteenth bullet from my chest. It's a good thing that I'm immortal.
"I was but the bullets went straight through it and caused the damn thing to start burning on my skin. I removed it on the drive over," I told her though clenched teeth. "Are you almost done yet?"
"I'm on the last one stop being such a baby."
I laughed and immediately regretted it as pain shot through my chest. Sure, I was almost impossible to kill but did he have to empty his whole clip into me. I was the lucky one, the rest of my team not so much. The bullets that these men used were demon killers and powerful enough that one shot took out most of the people with me. The only reason I was still alive was probably because I wasn't all demon. I was half-vampire and half vampire slayer. I had all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses.