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 looks at you quizzically but nods, turning away to give you some privacy. Her posture relaxes slightly, the tension beginning to drain from her body now that the immediate threat has passed. A faint rustling sound fills the silence as she brushes some leaves off her dress, revealing a glint of moonlight on the silver handle of the umbrella hidden within it.

Her eyes widen in shock at the sight, but she remains silent and still, not daring to turn back around until you give her permission. The blood flowing freely from your arm is almost too much for her to bear, the scent of it filling her nose and making her mouth water uncontrollably. She fights against the urge to lunge forward and finish what you've started, telling herself that this is different...that you aren't trying to harm her.

The rustling sound of your body shifting brings her attention back to the matter at hand, and she steels herself for whatever it is you might do next.

As you regain your strength and health, she can't help but feel both relieved and more than a little confused. She watches warily as you stand up straight once more, still not entirely certain what to make of the events that have unfolded. "You...you healed yourself?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart races at the thought that there might be another like you out there, another person who has resisted her hunger and survived. The possibility of finding someone who could help her end her curse begins to fill her with hope for the first time in what feels like forever.

She stares at you, taking in your healthy appearance and the strength that seems to emanate from you despite your injured arm. Her eyes widen as she realizes what this means: not only have you survived her attack, but you might very well be the key to unlocking a life-long curse.

"What are you?" she whispers

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at your claim, her mind racing with questions as she tries to process what you've just said. Dio Brando? Impossible! But the feeling of hope that had begun to take root within her refuses to die, no matter how improbable it seems.

"Dio Brando," she repeats, testing out the sound of his name on her lips. "You must know more about your abilities...about who you really are." Her expression is a mix of curiosity and fear as she waits for you to answer her question, to shed some light on this unexpected revelation.

And even though she still doesn't fully trust you - after all, you did almost kill her just moments ago - there's something about your presence that feels different from any other victim she's ever encountered. For the first time in a very long time, Jeanne finds herself eager for answers...and hopeful for what might lie ahead.