Clara decapitated the vampire and landed on the narrow ledge of the elevator. She kicked his body forward out of her way as his head fell several more subbasements behind her. His severed neck sprayed decreasing spurts of blood; his head landed with a soft thud. Pulling her other sword free from the elevator door, Clara stepped forward, sword in each hand, the vampire’s body now quickly rotting away at her feet. She was the angel of death clad in black, about to send these men to Hades. The guards before her trembled. One wet himself. Another started to cry.