Angus
I saw the car before I saw Rebecca. I took in the details as I drove cautiously towards it, approaching it from the front. It was pulled over to one side of a small rural road, the drivers door wide open. Then I saw the mangled boot lid and Rebecca standing opposite a tall vampire who held a shotgun, and I was exploding from the van with deadly intent when he shot her. As I leapt I saw how she stood firm, and how she took hold of that shotgun barrel. I reached her side just as he fell.
She half turned towards me, relief and joy on her face, and I caught her as she stumbled. I sensed the pain start to burn through her body as it finally acknowledged just how badly it had been hurt by that shot.
I tore my shirt off and wadded it up, and pressed it over the gaping wound in her belly. It would be a few minutes before the bleeding slowed, and too much blood loss could leave her feeling weak and delay the essential healing process. I lay her on the grass, and placed her hands over the makeshift dressing. Jack was still unconscious, but he could recover at any time. He was an imminent threat that needed to be dealt with, and the iron I had taken made me relish the prospect.
I stepped over his body to where his hand still loosely cradled the shotgun, and twisted it out of his grip. I considered my options as I watched his chest rise and fall, trying to control the beast that wanted to rip him apart right there and then. I took a deep breath and glanced across to where she lay, my sanity. Then I leaned down, grabbed hold of his unresisting elbow and bent it backwards until it snapped, and hung useless at his side. I did the same for his other arm, and then I broke his legs below the knee. I knew exactly how long it would take for his limbs to become functional - I had just bought us three hours at least. Enough time to get Rebecca back to the Colbornes', and to deliver Jack into the vengeful hands of his sister. I recalled those few memories I had picked up yesterday as she had recounted her story while we sat around the dining room table, and I knew she had unfinished business with him. Her need for some sort of closure was much greater than mine or Rebecca's could ever be. And despite the iron I'd taken, I was still very much aware of that fact. Jack wouldn't be dying at my hands today.