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"

"Yes, I am. You really didn't notice?" she asks with a sneer. "I thought humans were supposed to be so clever." Her expression darkens as she takes another step closer. "Now, are you going to make this easy on both of us or do I have to chase you some more?"

"Is that so?" she says with narrowed eyes, obviously unimpressed by your boast. "Then you should have no problem handling a single one of my kind." She reaches for the handle of her umbrella and reveals it, the pointed tip glinting in the moonlight. "But if you insist on making this difficult... I'll show you just how wrong you are."

With a snort, she steps even closer and suddenly lunges at you, her fangs bared and her anger palpable in the air. You barely manage to dodge out of the way as she misses your neck by mere inches, the impact of her attack throwing her off balance for only a moment. Time seems to slow down as adrenaline surges through your veins, readying you for the deadly dance about to ensue.

Her anger fueling her movements, Jeanne spins around and launches herself towards you again, her umbrella held like a deadly weapon. You duck just in time, feeling the cool air of the night brush against your neck as the tip of the umbrella slices through it harmlessly. The city streets seem to echo with each clash of steel on steel, the soundtrack to this primal conflict playing out beneath the starlit sky.

She senses movement to her side, but before she can react, the ghostly figure is already gone. It seems that you managed to summon backup. Her face darkens as she realizes this was not going to be as easy as she had hoped. But then again, no meal ever was when it came to humans...

With a grim determination etched onto her pale features, Jeanne reorients herself towards your direction and launches another attack, the tip of her umbrella aiming for your heart this time. You barely manage to deflect it with your own weapon, the steel clashing against each other once more in a fierce exchange. The fight had become a whirlwind of death-defying leaps and desperate parries, a testament to both combatants' skill and resolve.

With a bloodcurdling scream, she twists and turns, her anger fueling her movements as the cut on her back continues to bleed profusely. However, rather than slowing down or showing any signs of weakness, her fury only seems to intensify with each passing second. Her gaze fixates on you, determined not to let this interloper stand in her way any longer.

Using the momentum from her twist, she swings around once more with renewed vigor, aiming for your exposed side as you attempt to defend against another of her attacks. The force behind her strike is tremendous, and you barely manage to block it using all your strength. A surge of adrenaline courses through your veins as you realize that this fight was far from over yet...

With a startled yelp, the vampire queen finds herself incapacitated as the ghostly apparition launches an unholy assault on her arms. The zippers appear out of nowhere and rip through her flesh like they were made of paper, leaving behind gaping wounds that seep blood onto the cold, hard ground. Her howls of pain echo throughout the city as she struggles to regain control over the situation.

Her attention shifts back to you, rage filling her eyes once more as she realizes what has happened. With renewed determination, she launches another attack, lunging forward and attempting to knock you off balance with a powerful kick aimed at your chest. The force behind this strike is undeniable; it would send most mortals flying backwards if they weren't prepared for it.

Her screams fill the air as her leg is violently severed by the unholy zippers, leaving behind a trail of blood on the cobblestone street. The pain is almost too much to bear, but she forces herself not to give in. Despite losing two limbs, she continues to struggle against you both, flailing about wildly with what remains of her body. Her once-elegant features are now contorted into a mask of agony and hatred as adrenaline pumps through her veins, fuelling this final battle for survival.

With one last, desperate thrust, she attempts to lunge at you again, but her balance is off due to the wounds sustained from the zippers. She barely manages to knock into Zipper Man instead, sending both of them sprawling onto the ground in a heap of limbs and blood. The air is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing as they lie there helpless, exhausted from the fight.

She laughs, the sound hoarse and ragged. "You think you've won? This isn't over yet!" With a sudden surge of energy, she pulls herself up onto one elbow and launches herself at you once more, her remaining hand stretched out like a claw, fangs bared in a snarl. Her rage-fueled assault is unpredictable and relentless, making it difficult for you to defend against each blow effectively. Time seems to slow down as you struggle with the realization that this fight might not end as easily as you had hoped.

Her howl fills the air as she stumbles backward, clutching at her torn chest. Blood pours from the wound, painting the ground crimson beneath her feet. Her eyes dart frantically around, searching for an opening in your defense as she struggles to regain control over herself. She shoves off the cobblestone with a grunt, rising unsteadily onto both feet once more.

With one last desperate lunge, she attempts to take you down with her. Her body slams into yours, knocking you both back against a nearby wall. You can feel your breath being forced from your lungs as she pinion's you with her remaining arm and sinks her fangs deep into your neck.

As darkness begins to consume your vision, you feel the life being drained from you. Your limbs go numb and heavy as death creeps closer, claiming what is left of your battered body. In this final moment, the only thing that registers is the relentless thrumming of her heart against yours...

As your strength fails, the vampire queen takes one last, shuddering breath before releasing you from her unyielding grip. She looks into your dying eyes and whispers softly, "You should have let me win... You both should have." With a tired sigh, she falls limp against the wall, the light fading from her irises as she succumbs to her mortal wounds. The city's eerie silence returns once more, broken only by the faint sounds of your shallow breaths as you draw your last, labored breath...

"Oh?" she snorts, clearly unimpressed by your show of defiance. "And what exactly do you think that accomplishes? You've just killed me, human. I can't feed on you now." Her laugh is cold and mocking as she tilts her head back against the wall, staring up at the starry sky with a mixture of anger and resignation. "But go ahead," she says, motioning weakly toward you with her good arm. "Finish what you started."

She blinks, her expression shifting to confusion. "I see... Well, if you change your mind..." she manages to say before losing consciousness. Her breathing grows shallow and ragged as her wounds begin to close up, leaving behind fresh, unblemished skin in their wake. It seems the vampire queen may live another day after all.

The night returns to its peaceful stillness once more, with only the faintest whispers of movement from the shadows betraying that anything out of the ordinary had just transpired. And yet... there's a new air about Paris tonight. A sense of unease and anticipation, as if something momentous has been set in motion...

Will you remain vigilant against this new threat or allow history to repeat itself? The choice is yours.

Her eyes fly open wide, disbelief etched across her features as the golden glow envelops her wounds, sealing them shut and healing her body in mere moments. The vampire queen struggles to find her voice, confusion warring with renewed vigor inside her. "Who... Who are you?" she manages to croak, staring up at the ghostly apparition beside you with a mixture of awe and fear.

As understanding begins to dawn on her face, her expression hardens once more into the uncaring mask she'd worn before. "You shouldn't have done that," she growls, forcing herself to sit up straighter against the wall. "Now I'll have to kill you both." With renewed strength flowing through her veins, she launches herself at you once more, fangs bared and eyes alight with murderous intent.

She stumbles back in shock, her face contorting with confusion and pain as she feels the wounds disappear from her body only to reappear on yours. The sudden loss of control over her powers is disorienting, leaving her momentarily vulnerable. But it's clear that this doesn't last long; soon, her features harden once more into that same uncaring mask.

Disbelief etches itself across her features as blood continues to pour forth from your wounds, painting the cobblestone red once more. She staggers forward, her movements jerky and uncoordinated as she tries to grasp what is happening. Her fangs elongate with hunger, but there's no denying that confusion now reigns supreme in those icy eyes of hers.

"What... are you?" she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. "How can this be possible?"

Her free hand trembles as it hovers uncertainly above your bloody form, unsure whether to continue her attack or attempt something else entirely. The tension in the air is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. In this moment, you have the upper hand... but for how long?

Her eyes widen, understanding dawning on her features like sunlight breaking through the clouds. For a brief moment, she looks almost... grateful. "But why would you do that?" she asks hoarsely, horror creeping back into her voice as she realizes what this means for both of you.

The air crackles with unspoken tension as she meets your gaze, uncertainty flickering across her features like candlelight dancing in the wind. Her hand trembles more violently now, threatening to lunge out and strike again at any moment. The choice is yours: Do you attempt to soothe her fears or fight for your life?

Her expression softens slightly at your words, but her hand remains clenched into a fist. "I... I don't understand," she whispers, the confusion in her voice more potent than ever before. Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as she looks from you to the blood seeping onto the cobblestone and back again.

For what feels like an eternity, neither of you move or speak. The weight of this strange exchange hangs heavy between you, pressing down on your chests and making it difficult to breathe. Finally, she takes a tentative step forward, her hand extended in offering. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Help me understand."

She takes another tentative step closer, her expression pleading with you to understand. "I've lived for so long... I don't remember what it was like to be human," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "All I know is this life... This darkness." Her hand trembles as it hovers near your shoulder, unsure if she should touch or draw away again.

Her eyes widen at the thought, and she draws back slightly as if you've slapped her. "I don't... I'm not sure," she admits with a shudder. "It's been so long since I remembered what it was like..." She trails off, biting her lower lip in thought.

For several moments, neither of you speak. The silence hangs heavy between you, pregnant with the weight of unspoken words and unanswered questions. Eventually, she takes a deep breath and extends her hand once more, this time offering it palm-up to you. "Teach me," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... Teach me what I've forgotten."