Could you make Kate a superhero doing something chipper and heroic?
The huge wooden double doors swung closed behind the two lookouts, who quickly moved to grab one of the nearest pews and push it against the door.
“What the hell are you two doing? You’re supposed to be looking for police!” Cried their leader, who stood on the stand of the church, like some strange, horrific imitation of a priest. His face was distorted, fangs leaving his mouth unable to close properly. Unlike the other vampires, he made no effort to conceal what he was - he was a monster in a church, and no god was coming to smite him down.
The two looked panicked, though, and one of them called, “I don’t know how, but the Iron Maiden is here!” they moved on through the rows while their four other companions seemed to ripple with anxiety.
The seven vampires had successfully held some twenty hostages inside the church. Just moments ago, they had entered by rushing under blankets from a tinted van, leaving their ghoul’d driver to wait for them several hundred feet from the church, on the street.
“How … could she even know we’re here? I don’t think the police have even been contacted yet.” One of the lackeys, who was guarding a family of five, seemed particularly perturbed. When supernatural situations like this cropped up, it was not unusual for the Iron Maiden to hear about it over the course of an hour or so, thanks to the media and the relatively small area in Arcadia. But she never arrived before the police did - it’s not like she had a scanner and a siren to get her through everything.
WHAM!
The double doors groaned as they resumed their original position, and one of the guarding four moved to use his weight against the pew to keep the doors closed.
The leader stared a moment at the doors, but then he just growled: “It is no matter. She cannot stand against us all. Bring me the first sacrifice.”
One of the several guards grabbed a man in his forties with salt-and-pepper hair, and began to drag him up forward. Though his family cried out as he was taken, none of them moved to do anything against this - they had only watched as the head vamp drained the actual priest after entering, and their fear was overwhelming.
WHAM!
The vampire bracing against the pew/door grunted, but confidently pushed back, glad that he had the situation under control.
The head vamp nodded as he took the struggling man from his underling, and the man quickly found he had no strength in comparison - he was jerked down to the ground by his arm, made to kneel out towards the ‘congregation’ in front of the vampire.
“Caine,” began the leader, “today we ask-”
Suddenly, a fist broke through the wooden door as if it were a splitting board, and grasped the barricading vampire by the throat. He barely had time to flinch before his head was smashed into the door repeatedly, and then he was thrown back into the center of the pews.
CRACK
The doors split open and the pew stuttered back, smashing the disoriented vampire in the face in the process.
Standing there at the entrance, her sleeve substantially torn, stood Kate Marsh in her Sunday best, which was essentially the same as she dressed virtually every day, but with a particularly stiff overcoat.
“Kate!” cried the man on his knees at the front of the church.
“Sorry I’m so late! Chloe was being a grouch this morning.” Then, Kate took a step forward, grabbed the prone vampire by his ankles extending from under the pew, and dragged him back towards her. As soon as he was completely pulled out from under the pew and slightly outside, she swung his body around and flung him with incredible force some ten feet outside, outside of the church entrance’s shaded doorstep, and he burst into flame in the light. He howled as he burned, but there was nothing he could do so exposed.
She and the vampire at the front stared each other down for maybe as long as ten seconds. Then, he threw the man he held down in front of him off to the side, and his body smashed rather forcefully into the church’s organ.
“Shoot her,” he growled.
Three of the remaining vampires pulled out guns of various types - one was an automatic handgun, one was a simple pistol, and another already had a shotgun ready in his hands. Those with one-handed weapons began to unload fire into Kate, but she just strode forward confidently, not so much as her clothes becoming damaged in response to the gunfire, and ripped off a long section of the pew to form a makeshift sort of spear.
The fully automatic clip ended, and the vampires stood there for a moment.
“Nice one!” she offered, and then spun her long stake around before hurtling it straight towards the vampire on the stand. His body was impaled with immense force, but as he was a moderately important vampire (As it always seems to work), his body began to crumble instead of immediately vanishing into dust.
“Caine will take you,” he muttered before the ash crawled to his face, and his body turned into nothing but ash.
Kate nodded casually, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Suddenly, Chloe Price, clad in her traditional tank + denim coat + beanie + ripped jeans, leaned around the edge of the door. A cigarette was in her mouth, but she took a second to pull it out. “You got this, babe?”
Kate nodded as the vampire with a shotgun paced rapidly towards her, clearly intending to just take her head off with a single shot. “Uh huh, no worries. You might want to ask Max if she’s got any selfies from this morning, though, I’d prefer Father Mendez didn’t die this morning.”
Chloe began to scroll through her contacts with her off hand. “You got it.”