The dickhead punched me. I said I didn’t fall for that Mr. Nice Guy thing. And this is why. I punch him in the jaw, with twice as much power as he hit me. I remembered my self defence class – at least the one I turned up to. Stick your knuckle out a bit more than the rest and you can easily break bones. Well, being a vampire, I didn’t really need that, but it did give a more satisfying crunch to the impact as his face gave way.
Of course, someone pulled us apart in seconds. I scream profanities at them and protest that I had actually been about to help that girl. No one believes me... I wonder why?