“Get her away from them? Just the two of us?” asked Antonia, notes of fear and sickness making a dramatic resurgence in her voice. “I really don’t mean to be insensitive… but what sort of chance would we stand? Especially now.”
“A better one than you might think, and especially now. We couldn’t fight her with her own weapons, because she was a much stronger vampire than we’d ever be, but now we don’t have to. Just look around us: crosses, angels, Bibles, prayer-books… we’re in a self-service weapons shop, for heaven’s sake!”
“Steal from a church?”
“Well… in a very good cause. You don’t have to come with me, though. That would hardly be fair. It’s my fault, mainly, that you became a vampire, and she’s my sister; not yours. If you’d prefer to-”