*St. Louis, Missori, 1920s.*

Lilith barely had time to look away before her vision was scrambled, but even so, it had the desired effect. She stumbled back, and the man moved fast, far too fast, for Lilith to prevent. A fist slammed into her stomach, and she let out a spew of spit as she stumbled backwards, clutching herself.

“Man, it never feels right hitting a woman, even if they are a vampire,” the man said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Gah…” ...