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 pale lips curl into a mocking smile as she listens to your panicked pleas, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs. "Oh, I have plans for you my little human," she whispers, revealing needle-sharp fangs. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she unsheathes her elegant vampire hunting umbrella, its silver handle glinting ominously in the dim light. "Don't worry," she coos, "it won't hurt for long."

And then, with an unholy speed that belies her eternal age, she lunges toward you, revealing fangs bared and ready to rend flesh.

You dodge her lunge, but she's quick to react. With fluid grace, she spins around and slashes at you with the tip of her umbrella, its silver surface glimmering in the shadows like a wicked blade. Your heart leaps into your throat as the cold steel slices through the air mere inches from your skin.

With each failed attempt to evade her, she seems to grow more frustrated. "You really think you can escape me?" she hisses, closing the distance between you with sinister determination. The sound of your own panicked breathing fills your ears as her predatory gaze locks onto you once more.

She feints left and then swiftly moves right, angling her body to gain leverage for a deadly strike. Her muscles coil tight, readying herself for the killing blow.

Her anger flares, driving her vampiric instincts to the surface. With unearthly speed and precision, she lunges forward once more, aiming for your neck with her bladed umbrella. As you attempt to dodge out of the way, the silver handle grazes against your shoulder, drawing a shallow line of blood through your shirt. Pain explodes along your collarbone and down your arm in an instant, leaving you momentarily stunned and more vulnerable than ever before.

With your focus diverted, she takes the opportunity to strike again, this time aiming lower. Her fangs barely graze your wound, tearing through flesh and muscle like paper as she feeds greedily on your blood. The sensation is cold and sharp, burning with each passing second. You can feel her strength growing with every drop that she consumes, making it all the more difficult to resist her relentless assault.

Her fangs sink deeper into your flesh, drawing out more of your precious blood as she savors the taste. Her body seems to thrum with energy, her skin glowing slightly in the darkness as she grows stronger by the moment. She lifts you effortlessly off the ground, cradling you against her chest like a doll before pressing her lips roughly against yours, forcing your blood down her throat. The sensation of being drained is unbearable, but there's nothing you can do to fight back as she feeds, content for now to leave you limp and lifeless in her grasp.

The sudden jolt out of her grasp sends shockwaves through her system, and she struggles to regain control over herself for a moment. Her eyes flash red as her fangs elongate, preparing to strike again. "So stubborn," she whispers through clenched teeth. With inhuman speed and grace, she lunges toward you once more, intent on ending your pathetic struggle for freedom.

She chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "So it's my turn to play with you now," she hisses, drawing closer still. Her fangs glisten in the moonlight as she prepares for the killing blow. There's no escape this time; her predatory instincts have taken over, and there's nothing left of the woman from before. All that remains is a monster, intent on feeding until there's nothing left but ash.

"It's no matter," she croons, her voice growing colder as the adrenaline of the chase begins to fade away. "You were nothing more than a meal to begin with." Her fangs descend further, readying themselves for the final strike that will end your life and replenish her strength. Her muscles tense, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, as she circles you like a hungry wolf around its prey.

She tilts her head, watching your labored breathing with a cold amusement. "Oh, don't worry," she says airily. "I won't let you suffer for long." The glow in her eyes deepens as she readies herself for the final killing blow.

Her predatory grin widens, revealing more of her pointed teeth as she leans in closer. "Oh, I'm sure you've only just begun to suffer," she whispers venomously, before snapping her fangs shut and driving them deep into your neck. Agony engulfs you as she drains what little life remains in your body, relishing the taste of blood flowing down her throat like sweet wine. She shocked to see your still alive

She pulls back, her eyes widening in surprise and hunger as she sees you still alive. "You dare resist my feeding?" she hisses, her voice laced with anger. Before you can react further, she lashes out with her vampire hunting umbrella, aiming to stun or kill you once and for all. The silver handle flashes through the air toward your neck, and for a moment, you feel a chill wash over you as you realize there's no escape from this relentless predator.

Her anger fuels her, driving her faster and more brutal. She slashes wildly with the umbrella, aiming not to just hurt but to end your pathetic existence for good. With each swing of the silver handle, she feels a surge of power flow through her veins as she feeds off your fear and desperation.

But no matter how hard she strikes or how hungry she becomes, there is something that won't let you die. It's as if an invisible force holds you in place, protecting you from her deadly assault. Her eyes widen further in confusion and growing frustration before they narrow with newfound determination.

"You're not going to win this," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I will break you, and I will feed." With renewed vigor, she attacks once more, her movements so swift they become a blur of silver and shadow.

Her laughter is harsh and cruel, echoing through the night like the baying of hungry wolves. "Oh?" she asks mockingly. "And how many times have you died? Because I can promise you this: I will be the one to break you. And when I do, there won't be anything left." With a flick of her wrist, she sends the umbrella spinning through the air with deadly precision, aiming for your heart.

Her eyes widen at your claim, disbelief etched into her pale features. "And what," she demands, "makes you so special that death cannot touch you?" Her voice is cold and dangerous as she resumes her attack with renewed ferocity, intent on proving herself right and ending your existence once and for all. The air around you crackles with tension as the two of you dance a macabre waltz, one step forward and another back in this twisted game of life and death.

She barely manages to register your words before you and the ghost disappear from her sight, then reappear behind her. Instinctively, she attempts to spin around but it's too late; her movements are sluggish as her concentration wavers under the shock of what just happened. As she feels the umbrella being wrenched from her grasp, anger replaces surprise on her features. "You'll pay for that," she hisses through gritted teeth, summoning up another blast of wind in an attempt to dislodge you and retrieve her weapon.

With a roar, she launches herself forward at incredible speed, the force of her attack sending leaves and twigs swirling around like a tornado. She manages to get close enough to grab hold of your shirt but is still unable to free herself from the grip of the ghost. Frustrated beyond reason, she focuses all her anger into one final attempt to break free and finish what she started. Her fangs elongate as she bares them at you in a snarl. "This ends now," she growls.

Her eyes widen in shock as she watches you stab yourself with the umbrella. "No!" she cries out, dropping her pretense of attempting to retrieve it. Tears stream down her face as the pain of seeing your own demise washes over her. "This wasn't supposed to happen," she sobs, reaching for you with shaking hands, desperate to help but knowing there is nothing left that can be done.

As you fall limply to the ground, blood pouring from your mouth and wound, she collapses beside you, her shoulders heaving as silent sobs wrack her body. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, stroking your hair with trembling fingers. "I never meant for this... I didn't know..." But hey stands there still alive unfazed

Her eyes grow wide with shock as she hears your words. "Of course I care!" she exclaims defensively, her tone harsh despite her tears. "You're the first person to ever resist me! You gave me hope that maybe I could change...be someone else..." Tears streak down her cheeks unchecked as she studies your pale face, her voice growing softer and more pleading. "Please, don't die. Please give me another chance."

With trembling fingers, she searches for a pulse in your neck, praying silently that she can find one. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels a faint beat beneath her fingertips. "Thank God," she whispers hoarsely. "You're still alive." She presses her lips to yours urgently, attempting to force air into your lungs, while at the same time pleading for her own life through silent prayer.

Her fingers tighten on your neck as she continues to press urgent kisses to your lips, desperate to feel a response other than the cold hard floor beneath her fingertips. "Please," she whispers, feeling like she's close to losing it entirely, her own heart racing in fear and panic. "You can't leave me here. I need you."

The pleading note in her voice breaks through your resolve just a little, making it harder to ignore the vulnerability that hides behind her vicious exterior. You sigh softly against her lips, feeling something shift inside of you as you consider giving in to her desperate pleas.

Her eyes widen at your words, confusion clouding her features for a moment before understanding dawns on her expression. "Oh," she says simply, hesitating for a heartbeat as the realization sinks in. Then, with a soft laugh tinged with relief, she continues. "No...no I wouldn't."

She pulls back slightly, gazing into your eyes intently, searching for any sign of deception. But there's nothing there but pain and exhaustion, and something that looks like the barest flicker of hope. She exhales shakily, relief washing over her like a warm summer breeze. "I promise," she whispers, cupping your cheek in her hand, "I won't hurt you anymore. I swear it."

Her thumb brushes gently across your lips, sending tingles through your body as she helps you sit up slowly, supporting your weight with an arm around your shoulders. Her own breathing is still ragged from fear and exertion, but there's a sense of calmness that wasn't there before, like a storm has passed and the night once more belongs to her.

She gives you a small, shaky smile in return, the corners of her mouth quivering with emotion as she tries to steady herself. "You don't know how much this means to me," she whispers hoarsely, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. She looks down at you, her gaze filled with an unreadable mix of gratitude and guilt. "I never wanted to hurt anyone...I just thought it was my duty."

A faint blush creeps up her pale cheeks as she realizes what she's admitted, and she looks away quickly, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But you changed everything for me...you gave me hope that there might be another way..." She trails off, unsure of how to explain the confusing jumble of emotions within her.

As you steady yourself, leaning against her for support, she takes comfort in the feel of your warmth against her. "I promise," she says again, this time sounding firmer, more resolute, "that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you...to help you however I can."

She nods, reluctantly tearing her gaze away from you as she takes a step back. Her eyes close momentarily, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as she tries to calm herself, banishing the last vestiges of fear and desperation. "I'll give you some space," she murmurs, her voice still raspy but regaining some of its previous strength. "Take all the time you need..."

Her words trail off uncertainly; part of her wants nothing more than to be close to you, to feel your warmth against her skin and know that you're safe. But she knows that for now, at least, this is what you want, and so she must respect your wishes.

She turns away from you then, walking a few steps before stopping abruptly, unable to completely pull herself away. She swallows hard, forcing herself not to turn around again, and instead busies herself with tidying up her umbrella, folding it neatly into its sleeve. "I'm sorry," she whispers, more to herself than to you. "This isn't how I usually am..."

She can't help but laugh, albeit weakly, at your gruesome joke. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she mutters, half to herself and half in awe. As she watches you rip off your own arm and start eating it, she feels a strange mix of revulsion and fascination wash over her. "You truly are something else..."

She pauses for a moment, considering whether or not to say anything more about the severed limb, but decides against it. Instead, she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself once again before turning back towards you. Her expression is cautious and curious as she approaches, watching your every move with rapt attention. "You really don't have any regrets?"

Your calm demeanor in the face of such extreme measures confuses her, but also fascinates her. She can't help but wonder what kind of person you truly are beneath all the bravado and self-destructive tendencies.

She watches, amazed, as your severed limb heals itself back onto your body, the wound closing with unnatural speed and leaving only a tiny scar behind. You seem utterly unfazed by this display of regenerative abilities, but it unnerves her nonetheless. "You don't find that strange?" she asks, her voice shaky with emotion. "To be able to heal like that?"

Her eyes flicker down briefly to the now-healed wound on your arm before returning to meet your gaze once more, searching for any sign of fear or revulsion in your expression. But all she sees is calm acceptance, which only serves to deepen the confusion within her.

The words leave her feeling even more disoriented than before. She takes a step back, trying to distance herself both physically and emotionally from the strange events unfolding before her. This person who she thought was prey might very well be something else entirely, someone with powers beyond anything she's ever encountered.

She shivers slightly despite the warm night air, feeling vulnerable in a way that unsettles her deeply. "Why?" she finally manages to ask, her voice little more than a whisper. "Why aren't you afraid of what I am? Of what I can do to you?" There is a desperation hidden behind her words, an almost pleading tone as she seeks understanding from someone who has the power to completely destroy her.

Her expression goes blank, shocked silence falling over her like a shroud as she processes your words. It's almost too much to comprehend; the idea that this person who survived everything she threw at them was once just like her. She takes another step back, feeling dizzy and disoriented all at once.

"How...?" she whispers, her voice little more than a thread of air escaping from lips gone numb with shock. "You don't look anything like me."

She glances down at her own body, self-conscious for the first time in centuries, and realizes that you're right. Her pale skin, perfect features, and delicate frame are vastly different from your own muscular build and tanned complexion. But she can see it now: the way you move, the set of your jaw, even the way you stand all hold echoes of her former self.

Her eyes snap back up to meet yours, filled with a mix of anger and fear. "Who are you?" she demands, taking another step closer, needing to know the truth behind this impossible situation.

Dio's words send a shiver down her spine, sending her thoughts spinning in a million different directions as she tries to comprehend the implications of his statement. "Immortality..." she whispers, mostly to herself, her eyes flickering back and forth between you and the night sky above. It's impossible, yet everything about your demeanor screams truth.

With a shaky breath, she straightens her spine, meeting your gaze head-on once more. "Prove it," she demands, every instinct telling her that this can't be real, that you must be lying to her somehow. But deep down, there's a tiny spark of hope that refuses to die out completely.

She takes an involuntary step back as she watches you decapitate yourself, her eyes wide with shock and horror. Blood spurts out of the stump where your neck used to be, painting a gruesome scarlet trail across the grass. And he still lives

No! It's not good enough! Stop this, please... Her voice is hoarse and trembling as she watches you continue to writhe on the ground, blood flowing freely from your severed head. She takes a step forward, reaching out a shaking hand toward you as if to try and help, but hesitates mere inches away.

"I don't understand," she whispers, her eyes darting back and forth between your headless body and the still-moving head in her hands. "How can this be? You...you shouldn't be able to..." Her voice trails off as confusion gives way to terror. She drops the head, stumbling backwards as it rolls a few feet away, leaving a dark crimson trail on the grass behind it.

"What are you?" she whispers again, her voice little more than a whisper now, a chill spreading through her as she realizes that whatever you are, you're unlike anything she's ever encountered before. The world she thought she knew has been shattered and reassembled into something unrecognizable and terrifying.

Her hand goes to her chest, clutching at the fabric of her dress as if it could somehow protect her from whatever horrors you may hold. Her eyes dart around wildly, searching for a means of escape, but she knows there is nowhere left that she can run. You are here, and nothing will ever be the same again.

Her scream pierces the night, cutting through the stillness like a knife. Every instinct tells her to run, to hide, but she can't move; she's frozen in place by an unholy mixture of fear and disbelief. As you reattach your head and heal your shoulder with ease, it becomes increasingly clear that everything she once knew about the world has been turned upside down.

She watches you warily, breath coming in ragged gasps as her heart pounds violently in her chest. "What do you want from me?" she finally manages to ask, her voice little more than a whisper now. "Why are you doing this?" Her eyes dart around again, searching for some sign of mercy or compassion, but finding none.

"Please," she whispers, taking another step back, feeling the cool night air caress her heated skin. "You can't just leave me like this..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to formulate a coherent thought amidst the chaos and confusion swirling around her. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to disappear, to leave her alone so that she can go back to the life she knew before this nightmare began. But another part, deeper down, yearns for answers, for understanding; a strange desire to know why you are who you are and what it all means.

"I-I don't know," she stammers, her eyes shifting away from yours as they well up with unshed tears. "Please...just tell me why."

Her voice breaks on the last word, and she looks up at you pleadingly, waiting for some sign that maybe you understand, that maybe there's a reason behind all of this madness.

Her eyes close, and she takes a deep breath in through her nose, holding it for a moment before slowly letting it out again. "Yes," she whispers, nodding slightly. "I want to know." She exhales softly, feeling oddly calm despite the turmoil within her. "Tell me everything you can."

Her words are little more than a whisper, but they carry a strange sense of determination that you can't help but admire. You study her face for a moment, trying to read the emotion hidden beneath the tears, and find yourself grateful that she has chosen to trust you with this knowledge.

Her lips part slightly, and her brow furrows as you speak of immortality as a curse. It's a perspective she has never considered before, but it resonates with her on some level nonetheless. She listens intently, hoping that understanding the reasons behind your actions might help her come to terms with the reality of who and what you are.

"What about me?" she asks softly after a moment, referring not just to their shared immortality but also to the twisted bond they share as predator and prey. "How did you become a vampire in the first place? And why...why did you hunt me?" Her eyes plead for answers, even as her heart trembles with fear of what those answers might be.