The Hope in Our Scars

Where was I? Oh yeah, crazy freak, Kendra is touching and making out with my soulmate, and forcing him to force his hands into her shirt.
Knife, check. Battle stance. Check. And charge.
I just remembered kicking someone in the private spot where no one wants to be kicked in. A loud groan escaped from Leo's lips, even through Kendra, shoveling her tongue down his throat. Oops I immediately knew I wasn't going to be one of Apollo's sharp eyed kids.
Kendra, who turned around, only to notice, Leo was no longer groping her breasts(which she was forcing him to do anyway). She gave me the death stare, which should have gone all Medusa on me, but as usual I was always the one to resist and fight to my possible death.
"How dare you, foolish demigod," she growled, with Leo's arm still caught in her shirt. She showed.her fangs which would probably make, even Jaws pee in the water.
"How dare I?!" I shot back, trusting my very womanly instincts. "Your the filthy b*itch to come crawling around making boys shove their hands into your underwear!" (Which was half-true).
I slowly glanced at Leo, who had suddenly disappeared from sight. Did he just bail out on me? Without getting a chance to think any further, I was awoken by Kendra's growl. Oh yea, I just called a freakin' female dog. I swallowed hard, maybe think before you speak was another essential characteristic I lacked to remember.
This comment probably was the last straw for purple haired freakette. Kendra snarled, and with a last death stare of level 100000000, she shed off her clothes (I know thanks for the visuals, right?) and grew into this vampire/dark angel/freakish monster hybrid of a freak.
Let's just say the true form of Kendra looked nothing like, her brunette dainty cutsey look.
Let's also just say she would win Oscar for strip club's best exposed and freak-tactish outfit.
Visuals If you so please: Kendra had long wavy hair that shot out in all directions, but still maintained the wavy moviestar concept. Her skin had turned from a nice tone of olive to a redish purplish tinge in her skin. Her eyes were now blood-shot red, and she looked like one of Edward Cullen's sisters with her freakish vampire fangs. She was wearing this midnight black, leafy fabric dress that exposed to much freakish skin. The area of her breast had branched out into four bat like shapes, her dark purple nipples exposed as well. There were two giant midnight wings expanding from her back. Her huge butt was exposed and a dark, sharp tail that stuck out from it. The people around me stirred uncomfortably, and I saw a few parents lead their children away from the streets and into their cars. I'm guessing not even in LA, people wouldn't normally ignore teens who wore clothing that exposed too much junk.
Kendra lunged at me with no hesitation, I managed to duck a milimeter away from her huge butt. Claws scraped into my shoulder which made me scream in pain. I held some of the cloth of my shirt to my mouth to stop from screaming like a lunatic.
Kendra flew three blocks away from where I was standing, and piveted, so she was heading straight for me, and knocked the air out of my lunges.
Claws now pinned my left shoulder to the wall, while her huge tail prevented my right arm from slipping as well. Kendra puffed her cheeks and bared her fangs, making her wings expand and breasts jiggle in a weir way.
"Prepare to die, demigod!" She hissed.
"Maybe, I'll even let you stick around for you to see me have a little fun with your boy friend too."
She was talking about Leo. I was not going to allow this vampire woman to have sex with Leo. I was not going to die. I needed to find my way to get out of this situation alive.
I felt the claws digging deeper into my flesh until it struck a hard bone. I howled in pain which made Kendra laugh even harder.
"Ha," she taunted. "Your injury will not even at the least give you an advancement to escaping! Now you must do what I say, just shut up, stay still, and-"
There was a sharp thud that knocked Kendra off her feet (and wings) and sent her bursting into yellowish powder. The claws magically untightened themselves from my shoulder shooting excruciating pain up my back and shoulder. I ingored the pain as best, and instead looked up to see my savior.
The dark black short cropped hair, a dagger held steady in her hands, Leo standing next to her, no longer wincing but with his usual charming smile, once again melting me with his passion.
Clara, the hotel manager, stood triumphantly next to the remained dust of Kendra, Leo worriedly took my hand, and brought me up. I winced as another lash of pain shot up my shoulder. I once again dared to look up at my savior, but why?
What in the world was she doing? How did she even get here and know who we were? Why on Earth would Clara, the hotel manager, know that we were demigods?

Notes

Second chapter for today; enjoy!