The once-vibrant city of Metropolis lay in ruins, its skyline marred by dark shadows and the eerie stillness that followed the vampire onslaught. Among the wreckage, Supergirl soared above the remnants of her city, her heart heavy with the weight of loss.

As she descended into a battered park, she spotted a group of survivors huddled together, fear etched on their faces. Among them was a familiar figure, a former ally, now bloodied and trembling.

“Hey! Over here!” Supergirl called, landing gracefully before them. “I’m here to help.”

The survivors looked up, some with hope, others with uncertainty. One of them, an older man, stepped forward. “Kara, we thought you were gone. The vampires have taken so many… we didn’t know who to trust anymore.”

Supergirl felt a pang of guilt at their fear. “I’m still here, and I won’t let them take anyone else. We need to regroup and find a way to fight back.”

Just then, a chilling laugh echoed through the park, sending shivers down their spines. Emerging from the shadows was a vampire, a sinister figure with sharp fangs and glowing eyes.

“Supergirl, how noble of you to show up,” the vampire taunted, stepping closer. “But your fight is futile. Join us, and you could rule by our side.”

Supergirl’s expression hardened. “I will never join you. I stand for humanity, and I will protect them, even from you.”

With that, the vampire lunged, and Supergirl braced herself. She launched into action, her fists blazing with energy as she fought to defend the survivors. The park became a battleground, with the vampire summoning others from the darkness, their fangs bared and ready to strike.

“Get to safety!” she shouted to the survivors, her voice cutting through the chaos. “I’ll hold them off!”

As the fight raged on, Supergirl unleashed her heat vision, cutting through the darkness. She maneuvered with agility, her strength a beacon of hope against the encroaching despair. Each blow she landed was a reminder that they could still fight back.