“This is delicious,” Clara said while chewing on the sabertooth bits.

Julia smiled, a big improvement over the blathering mess from an hour ago. She must have cried for a solid hour and Clara was there for all of it… I’d gladly do it all over again…

Werewolves healed quickly, which meant Julia looked like nothing happened. Even Clara needed a while to recover after a good cry, but the angel would never switch places… I think being a werewolf is more of a curse than a boon…

“Thanks,” Julia said before reaching for another piece. “I was worried the meat had gone bad.”

“Hold on!” Julia said.

There came the sound of dragging followed by several gunshots. That was followed by bullets whizzing past them.

“Almost there…”

There came a pause.

“Clara?”

Another pause long enough to insert a fresh magazine.

“Fuck!” Julia swore. “Just hold the fuck on!”

“Steady, ma chère,” Evelyn said. “I got you.”

Julia caught Evelyn giving her a look and nodded in response. The werewolf grabbed Clara, while Evelyn withdrew Clara’s backup weapon.

Several shots were fired into the adjacent window, the echoes muffled by the fog. Clara watched in awe, not entirely sure of what was going on.

“You two need a distraction,” Evelyn said. “Good luck!”

Evelyn grabbed onto the window’s edge, oblivious to the glass shards embedding themselves into her hand. She then fired several rounds into the gearbox causing the platform to plummet into the orange fog.

“I have a war to win!” Evelyn said.

She flashed a wicked smile when someone opened the door leading into the room. “Good timing, I needed a snack…”

“Fuck me,” Julia said before hopping off the edge.

There came a thump and the cables wobbled.

“I’m okay,” Julia said.

Evelyn grabbed Clara and dropped as well. The impact of both women hitting the platform caused everything to shake violently. It was enough for Julia’s eyes to widen while her fingers went white from holding onto the railing.

If not for the vampire’s strength and balance they might have fallen off entirely. But Evelyn managed to keep Clara steady, even as the angel’s legs wobbled.

“Steady, ma chère,” Evelyn said. “I got you.”

“Go!” Clara ordered.

Evelyn did not hesitate; she grabbed one of the room’s chairs and sent it through the opening. It cleared out most of the remaining shards, permitting her to get to the edge. From there she grabbed Clara’s hand, while steadying herself against the frame.

The fog was thick enough that Clara barely made out  the platform.

“Fuck me,” Julia said before hopping off the edge.

There came a thump and the cables wobbled.