Underworld: Selene, the Vampire Princess Who Loved Black Bodysuits

The vampires expected to see terror on the man's face.

Li Dan had no intention of pretending anymore. He was about to make his move when another uninvited guest burst into the villa.

A dark figure swept in on the night wind, moving so fast she nearly left an afterimage.

She was a woman in black combat gear, her short hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She raised both arms, leveling two gleaming silver pistols at the four vampires in the center of the living room. Dew still clung to the guns; she had clearly rushed here from outside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshots exploded through the enclosed room. Specially made silver bullets struck the vampires square in the chest, sending up wisps of black smoke.

The vampire on the far left shrieked and curled up as if he were burning, his claws gouging deep furrows into the floor. Two others staggered and fell, their skin rotting where the bullets had struck.

Amid the chaos, the vampire by the window suddenly hurled himself into the glass. Crash! The entire floor-to-ceiling pane shattered into glittering fragments.

With half a silver bullet still lodged in his shoulder, he dragged his smoking leg into the night beyond the window. He vanished like a ghost, leaving only a blurred shadow behind.

Li Dan had been about to act, but someone had beaten him to it.

And that someone was a vampire too.

The female vampire stood in the shadows, wearing a trench coat over a black bodysuit. The fabric hugged her slender, powerful figure and traced the smooth lines of her waist. Her sleeves ended at her forearms, revealing wrists so pale they were almost translucent.

She was stunning. Her brows were fine and cool, her eyes tilted slightly upward at the corners,