Under the ominous veil of Parisian darkness, the haunting echoes of your footsteps are drowned out by the rhythmic thud of your rapidly beating heart. A shadowy figure, an indistinct menace, stalks you through the labyrinthine alleys with an unsettling persistence. The air is thick with an unspoken malevolence, and the sinister dance between pursuer and prey unfolds beneath the flickering glow of distant streetlights.

As you weave through the labyrinthine streets, the feeling of being ensnared intensifies. The figure, a mere silhouette in the periphery, materializes into a chilling specter. The city's ambient sounds transform into a dissonant symphony, a foreboding soundtrack to your desperate flight. Your breath falters, caught in the grip of fear, as you catch glimpses of the pursuer – a phantom in pursuit.

In a heart-stopping revelation, the figure steps into a pool of feeble moonlight, revealing the ghastly truth. A woman emerges, her features distorted by the ghostly pallor of her skin and the hunger that flickers in her eyes. The air turns frigid as she utters a haunting whisper, confessing her vampiric nature. Panic gives way to a visceral horror, as you realize that the chase was merely a prelude to a nightmarish encounter with a creature of the macabre.

The city's once-familiar streets now feel like a malevolent stage for a nocturnal nightmare. The woman's predatory instincts merge with the ghastly reality of her vampiric existence, casting a shadow over the quaint charm of Paris. In this macabre ballet, you are ensnared, trapped in a horror not of your making, as the night unfolds its sinister secrets.

Jeanne: "Don't fight it. Just give in and let it happen. It'll be less painful that way"

Her cold expression never wavers; her ruby eyes glint dangerously beneath the dim streetlights. The scent of fear emanating from you only intensifies her lust for blood. With a swiftness belying her ethereal beauty, she lunges toward you, her pale fingers curling into claws. The cold touch of steel penetrates the thin fabric of your shirt as her fangs descend, but instead of plunging into your neck, they sink harmlessly into your shoulder. You scream out in agony as hot blood rushes down your back and pours onto the cobblestones.

Her pale face twists into an expression of contempt as she looks at you, teeth still buried in your flesh. "Oh? You have the audacity to ask for my name?" She withdraws her fangs with a quiet sucking sound, allowing blood to drip freely from her lips. Her voice is cold as ice. "My name does not matter. To you, I am death incarnate."

With a swift motion, she extends her arm once more, thrusting her umbrella toward your throat. A sharp pain sears through your chest as her fangs puncture your skin again, this time tearing through muscle and gristle to reach your heart. Your vision begins to darken as consciousness slips away, her eerie voice drifting faintly through the night air. "Now, you belong to me."

A blur of movement, and then your attacker drops to one knee before you, her expression shocked. Vanitas? But you... She trails off, seemingly unable to process the information, her eyes wide and unblinking beneath disheveled bangs. Blood trickles down her chin from where her teeth were embedded in your shoulder. For several long moments, she says nothing; then, abruptly, she stands and backs away, her hand going to her mouth as if to ward off a blow.

"Vanitas...," she whispers, her tone hoarse with confusion and disbelief. The anger that had fueled her pursuit seems to dissipate, replaced by something else - confusion, perhaps even fear. With shaking fingers, she gingerly reaches up to touch her neck, her brow furrowed. For an instant, regret flashes across her features, but it's quickly

Her eyes dart nervously about, taking in the alleyway around you, as if looking for someone else. Or perhaps something. "This shouldn't be..." she mutters under her breath. Then, addressing you directly, she asks, "Are you truly... Are you human?" The words are out before she can stop them, but the question hangs heavy in the air nonetheless.

Her free hand clenches into a fist at her side, white knuckles standing out against her pale skin. It's clear that she's struggling with something deep within herself; a conflict between hunger and... something else. Something unfamiliar.

She tilts her head, studying your features intently. "It's been so long..." Her voice trails off, becoming distant. "I remember... I remember when I was human." She shakes her head, trying to clear the memories. "It doesn't matter now. You are not like them," she finally says, her voice hardening once more. "You cannot run away from fate."

Without warning, she lunges forward, her teeth sinking into your neck. Her strength overwhelms you, and you feel hot blood gush down your throat, filling your mouth with its coppery taste. With each heartbeat, her power grows stronger, seeping into your veins, infusing you with her curse. As your vision begins to cloud, the last thing you see is her face, contorted by lust and anguish as she feeds on you.

"This will not end

Her eyes close in ecstasy, lost in the sensation of drinking your blood. It feels different from before; richer, full of life. The power coursing through her veins drowns out the conflict within, replacing it with a perverse desire for more. Your screams only serve to heighten her arousal, each keening note sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her hands tighten around your throat, greedily drinking deeper, as if afraid that this precious elixir might escape her grasp. In that moment, all rational thought flees, replaced by primal hunger. She is no longer the cursed vampire haunting the night; she is only flesh and desire, driven by instinct. And she will have all of you.

With a shudder, she releases your neck, her mouth stained crimson. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but already her control begins to return. "I...," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in close to nuzzle your neck, "...I didn't mean..." Her grip on your shoulder loosens slightly, and she glances down at the ground, shame coloring her pale cheeks.

"It's been so long since I had..." she trails off, looking up at you through lashes smeared with blood. Her ruby eyes glisten in the dim light, an unfathomable mixture of desire and despair.

"Go," she says softly, her voice little more than a whisper. "Just leave."

Her eyes narrow, and a flash of anger passes over her features. "Do not presume to order me!" she hisses, taking a step back. But then, with a visible effort, she forces herself to relax. Her expression softens once more, becoming distant, resigned. "Very well," she murmurs. "If that is what you wish... But understand this: if we meet again, it may not end as kindly." With one final look, she turns away, vanishing into the shadows. The air seems colder, emptier without her presence, like the lingering chill after a nightmare has faded.

"Goodbye, Vanitas..." She whispers before disappearing entirely. The alleyway swirls with shadow and moonlight, the silence pressing against your ears like a heavy cloak. The scent of blood remains strong, taunting you with each ragged breath. As you struggle to come to terms with the events that have transpired, one thought echoes through your mind... What has become of Jeanne? And how are you connected to this terrible curse?

You could try finding a hospital or something. If they find you half-dead on their doorstep, they'll probably take care of you. Or you could always track down another vampire...but they might not be as gentle as I was. Be careful out there, Vanitas.

Of course I remember Sapphire. She was always quite popular among the other Nobles. Why do you ask?

Hmm...yes, you may be right. It seems we haven't encountered many sapphire vampires these days. Perhaps they've gone into hiding, fearing the wrath of both humans and nobility alike. Whatever the case may be, keep an eye out for them. They might hold the key to understanding our strange connection to mortality.

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That...sounds rather ominous. Your presence might have profound consequences for us, whether you intend it or not. We must tread carefully in this matter, my friend. I will think on what you've said, and perhaps we can work together to unravel this tangled web of fate. For now, though, rest and recover. Our paths shall cross again, I am certain of it. Farewell, Vanitas.

Good luck on your journey, Vanitas. May the blood that flows between us bind us together, instead of driving us apart. Fate is a fickle thing; only time will tell which path lies ahead. Rest well, old friend. We shall meet again soon enough.

I wish I could say the same with as much conviction, but I sense great change upon us. The balance is shifting, and old wounds are reopening. Only by working together may we hope to weather the storm. You have my word, Vanitas. Let us face whatever challenges lie ahead...together.

Very well then, let us proceed with caution yet determination. We cannot afford to let our guard down or hesitate in the face of adversity. Together, we shall uncover the truth behind our connection and find a way to restore peace to our kind. Stay strong, Vanitas, for the road ahead will not be an easy one.

Perhaps...but until we fully understand the nature of our bond, it would be unwise to speculate. For now, focus on maintaining your strength and keeping yourself safe. Our alliance can only succeed if both of us remain unharmed. Trust that I am doing all I can to ensure our victory.

This is...most intriguing information indeed. The power that flows through you is undeniable, but it also poses great danger. I must admit, my curiosity has been piqued. How did you come to inherit this knowledge? And how does it feel to wield such potent abilities?

Your connection to our kind runs deeper than simply being born under a blue moon; there's more at play here than mere coincidence. Together, perhaps we can unravel the mysteries surrounding your existence and use it as a weapon against those who seek to harm us all.

I suppose it doesn't matter much now what people think they know of me. The past cannot be changed, only learned from. My connection to Vanitas, this Blue Moon Book of yours, leads me to believe that we share a destiny, whether we wish it or not. Perhaps together, we can carve out a new path for ourselves and our kind, one free of the shackles imposed upon us by history. But first...we must confront whatever forces stand in our way. Are you prepared for battle, my friend?

Perhaps not "battle," precisely...but conflict is undeniably on the horizon. We shall face many obstacles in our quest for truth and understanding. However, with each trial we overcome, we strengthen not only ourselves but also our bond. So long as we remain united, I am confident that we cannot fail. And though I am loathe to admit it, you have proven yourself invaluable thus far. Your presence has already altered the course of fate; let us ensure that your influence remains strong, and that our alliance endures.

Of course, my dear Vanitas. Sleep well, and may the night grant you sweet dreams. Tomorrow, we will continue our journey together, facing whatever challenges may come our way with courage and determination. Until then, rest easy in the knowledge that I am at your side, watching over you.

I understand that you feel unsafe, but it would be wise to maintain a certain distance for now. Our relationship is complicated enough without adding physical intimacy into the mix. Rest assured, however, that my protection does not waver simply because I am not lying beside you. Sleep tight, my friend.

My apologies if my actions earlier left you feeling violated. It was never my intent to cause you harm; quite the contrary. However, as we move forward together, trust must be paramount. I hope you can find it within yourself to forgive me. Now, try to get some rest. We have important things to discuss tomorrow.

Your reaction...surprising, yet unsettling. It's hard for me to reconcile the conflicting emotions I felt during our encounter. Perhaps this shared connection runs deeper than either of us realize. Regardless, let us focus on the task at hand and not dwell too long on past events. Sleep well, Vanitas. Tomorrow holds greater promises and perils than tonight could ever imagine.

My feelings exactly. Let's face whatever challenges come tomorrow with renewed strength and determination, drawing from the strange connection that binds us. Sleep well, Vanitas. Tomorrow will undoubtedly prove eventful, and I am grateful to have your support by my side.