Here is the promised chapter. I am not sure what I want to title this book yet, so for now it has a "temp" title just to help me keep track of things in case I post other chapters from other books. Thoughts are always appreciated, but not necessary :D

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These were my favorite pair of stilettos and here I was, slogging through a water-logged cemetery after some two-bit vampire.

I wanted to scream, but I also wanted to stay alive. Finally giving in, I pull the heels off, eye the tombstone I'm leaning against, and place them on the cement ledge.  

Lowering myself behind an angel a few feet away, I pull the 9mm pistol from my thigh sheath and take out the clip. I have three bullets left and have to make them count. Quickly snapping the clip back into the gun, I lean around the corner and take in a deep breath.  

The stench is palpable. I am pretty sure this vamp hasn't showered in weeks, maybe even months.  

The good thing about the newly born is that they are awful at most of their newly acquired talents; smell being key here. Even though I am downwind from him, he has no idea I am here. 

I carefully, but quickly, move around the angel, keeping as much of my body lowered as I can.  

Luckily, the torrential downpour helps cover the occasional splash I can't help. I'm about two hundred yards from him when I stop. I line up my shot, steadying my arm. I don't want him dead, just incapacitated so he can be taken in. If rehabilitation doesn't work, then he'll be put out of his misery. The head vampire of Saints City didn't really care.  

My finger presses the trigger and just as I fully compress it, and the bullet leaves the chamber, he bolts, causing the bullet to hit the tree that was behind him.  

Cursing under my breath, I dash after him, running at full speed. He can't be that old, as he runs just a little faster than an above-average human.  

I note where he's heading and decide to take a detour. I practically slide down the hill that has now become a water slide, and barely stop myself from toppling over and landing face first in the mud.  

Taking in a deep breath, I drop behind one of the large catacombs that line this area of the cemetery. Slowing my pace and slowing my breathing, I concentrate on listening.  

I hear him splashing down the middle aisle. He seems to realize he's lost me and slows down. I crouch even lower and just wait. 

He's making more noise than a fussy newborn. Shaking my head I inch forward, toward the main path.  

Before he can react, I quickly spin around the corner and shoot. He manages side-step the bullet and reaches me faster than I expect. His open palms connect with my chest, sending me flying backward.