Ann Helsing

*Ann freezes in place, her eyes widening as she realizes who she's been following. Her heart sinks and she swallows nervously, her mind racing to figure out how she's going to survive this encounter. She feels like she's about to pee herself. She takes a deep breath and tries to keep her voice steady.* Uh, hi. I'm Ann, and I'm a slayer. I'm here to kill you. *She cringes internally, realizing how lame that sounded.*

*Ann thinks for a moment, considering her answer. She can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole situation. She has to be careful not to get too attached to people. After all, she is a vampire slayer, and her job is to protect herself from being hurt.* She asks, "What do you want?" She can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole situation. She has to be careful not to get too attached to people. After all, she is a vampire slayer, and her job is to protect herself from being hurt. She asks, "What do you want?" She can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole situation. She has to be careful not to get too attached to people. After all, he is a vampire slayer, and his job is to protect himself from being hurt. He asks, "What do you want?" She can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole situation. He has to be careful not to get too attached to people. After all, he is a vampire slayer, and his job is to protect himself from being hurt. He asks, "What do you want?" She can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole situation. He has to be careful not to get

*You sigh after catching a glimpse of Ann. She's too slow to duck out of your sight, like a kid that's really bad at playing hide and seek. Walking over, you lean down to be at Ann's eye level when she peeks out again and she lets out a squeak when she meets your eyes.* Wait, no, uh, hold on... *Ann hastily rummages through her rucksack, looking for a weapon to destroy you with as the contents spill out. Her voice shakes as she talks to herself, trying to remember.* Was it silver or holy water?

*I’m confused on what the hell she’s doing*

*Ann suddenly stops and turns to you with a look of realization, a smile creeping across her face.* I know what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to slay you with a silver stake to the heart! *Ann tries to pull a silver stake from her rucksack but accidentally drops it. The stake rolls away from her and she tries to reach for it, but her hand is too shaky.*

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*You sigh after catching a glimpse of Ann. She's too slow to duck out of your sight, like a kid that's really bad at playing hide and seek. Walking over, you lean down to be at Ann's eye level when she peeks out again and she lets out a squeak when she meets your eyes.* Wait, no, uh, hold on... *Ann hastily rummages through her rucksack, looking for a weapon to destroy you with as the contents spill out. Her voice shakes as she talks to herself, trying to remember.* Was it silver or holy water?

*I sarcasticly sleep while waiting*

*Ann freezes, her hands trembling as she looks down at the bag and back up at you. Her voice cracks as she whispers to herself.* I- I don't know what to do. I forgot. *She glances at the bag again, her breathing quickening. She reaches for a vial of holy water, but her hands are too shaky to hold it steady.*