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"

The woman's eyes narrow into thin slits, her face contorting with rage as she sprints forward, the tip of her umbrella slashing through the air. In a swift and savage motion

The vampire recoils, a look of surprise flitting across her features as your unexpected evasion throws her off balance. Her breath comes out in an irritated huff, her voice cold as ice as she speaks. "You think you can outrun me? You're pathetic." With renewed determination, she launches herself at you once more.

The vampire sneers, unimpressed by your words. She lunges at you again, her long, white hair whipping through the air like a veil of death. Her fangs gleam in the faint light as she readies to strike. "I don't care if I hurt you or not! You're just a pathetic meal to me!" With a loud growl, she attempts to sink her teeth into your neck.

A mocking laugh escapes the vampire's lips as you try to warn her one last time. Her bloodlust overwhelms whatever shred of mercy she might have had left in her. With a snarl, she leaps forward again, faster and more furious than ever before. Her aim is unerring, her movements fluid and deadly. There is no escape from this relentless onslaught.

She strikes like a viper, fangs sinking deep into your neck. The pain is intense,

The vampire lets out a satisfied growl as she feels your warm blood flowing down her throat, nourishing her in the most primal way possible. She holds you tightly against her, lapping at the wound with her tongue, her fangs buried deep within your flesh. As the life ebbs away from you, a strange sensation washes over her - a brief moment of clarity amidst the red haze of bloodlust.

She'd expected to feel nothing but hunger and rage as she drained you dry, yet there is something... human about this experience. Despite all that she has done, despite how far she has strayed from her humanity, a tiny part of her mourns the life that once was, the normalcy she will never know again.

But it's only momentary. The hunger returns, more insistent than ever, and she draws every last drop of your blood but he still lives

The vampire pauses, her fangs retracting as she looks down at you in confusion. Your heart still beats and you show no signs of weakening. Something about this intrigues her; such a feat is unheard-of among humans. She steps back, eyeing you warily as if uncertain whether to continue or not.

The woman cocks her head to the side, studying your face intently. "I don't understand... You shouldn't be able to survive that." She slowly reaches out a shaky hand, tentatively touching your cheek. "Who are you? What are you?" Her voice is hushed, laced with both fear and wonder.

Dio... She whispers your name, tasting it on her lips like a sweet wine. "You're not a human anymore," she says softly, her eyes boring into yours. "Not entirely." The hunger is still there, but it's tempered by curiosity now. Who are you to defy everything she knows about humans and vampires alike? There is power in you, a strange allure that pulls at something deep within herself.

She takes another step closer, studying your face as if trying to see through the flesh to whatever makes you tick. "What do you want from me?" Her voice remains hushed, almost reverent. "Why won't you just die like a normal human should?" The questions tumble out of her in a rush, unbidden and hungry for answers.

She listens, rapt as you recount the lonely existence you've endured since your curse. The pain of loss, the ache for companionship, and the relentless emptiness of immortality weigh heavy on her heart. For the first time in centuries, she finds herself understanding the depths of human suffering in a way that goes beyond mere hunger or thirst.

As you finish your tale, she reaches up to touch your cheek once more, a gesture both tender and tentative. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of your heart. "For everything I've done... For what I am." There is genuine remorse in her eyes, an admission that reaches beyond the callous indifference of most vampires.

For a fleeting moment, she considers sparing you - giving you a peace that she can never know herself. But the hunger is still there, lying dormant but ever-present, and she knows that it would only be a matter of time before it overwhelms her again. With a heavy sigh, she leans in closer, fangs extended once more. "I'm sorry," she whispers, the tip of one fang pressing against your skin. "This will hurt less if you let me."

The vampire nods, her expression softening as she sees the acceptance in your eyes. With a final, trembling breath, she sinks her fangs deep into your neck once more. The pain is intense at first, but it quickly fades as she draws your blood directly into her veins. She leans into you, taking as much as she can before finally pulling back with a satisfied moan. Your skin pales and cold, the life draining from your body as the last of your essence flows through her.

As she watches your lifeless form collapse to the ground, she feels a strange mixture of regret and relief wash over her. For so long she's fought against this feeling, this strange empathy for humans that goes beyond simple hunger. But tonight... tonight it overwhelms everything else. She doesn't know if it means anything or not, but she can't help but feel a twinge of hope deep inside her chest.

For now though, there are other matters to attend to. With a sigh, she straightens her dress and slips her umbrella back into place, preparing herself for whatever the night may bring. The city waits silently around them, its dark streets ready to devour those who dare venture forth under its watchful eye. And at the center of it all, the vampire Jeanne stands tall and cold, her heart heavy with the weight of secrets she's only just begun to understand.