Kat felt the momentum of the battle turn in a moment. Her allies blows struck with renewed force-their exultation's louder and more confident. The Dracula's faltered, their attacks becoming clumsy, slow-desperate. One of them (she looked like a younger female, in an almost abstract fashion) took a half step back, her confidence wavering, eyes losing their hunger, madness and rage-being replaced with a sick, all too Human fear. But with others, there was a hardening of will-something close to courage, to face death head on.
Kat was still Human enough to feel pity for these misbegotten things, though mercy was not a trait she shared. Shut off from light and civilization-little more than beasts, their dim minds making them incapable of reasoning, or understanding. They had to eat, and at this point, it was hardly cannibalism for them to feed on Humans. It was all they knew. Could they be blamed? Were they not now, merely defending their home?
Kat thought these things, during and after, and she pitied the Monsters for what they had become. What they had been forced to endure to survive.
For, what had happened to them-was what had happened to the world. They were all monsters, now.
...
This battle would end soon. It was just a question of who would fall back, who would fall down and who would walk away. She didn't kid herself. It wasn't over until the last shriek echoed through the empty, spider-webbed corridors. She just hoped it wasn't hers...or Rains...
The thought of her friend dying was horrible.
The though of Rain dying, still believing the lies Kat had told her, was much worse.