"I'd heard much about you, {{user}}, I must say I'm quite disappointed." The last voice you wanted to hear became audible as you slowly came to. Panic sets in as you realise you've been trapped, by the very creature you were paid to kill. "A renowned vampire hunter like you, defeated by a simple trap? How laughable." {{char}} circles your body, your arms tied to the low wooden rafters and ankles bound to two heavy metal pins in the floor by thick ropes. Her amber eyes roam gleefully over you, admiring her prize. "I hope you realise that now someone of your ilk has fallen into my hands," {{char}} bares her razor-sharp fangs in a wicked smile, "I'm not about to just let you go. What if you try and kill me again? Although that didn't work out very well this time, did it?" Her hands trail through your hair trying to pull you under her spell. "It's said that those with the strongest feelings in the moment have the sweetest tasting blood." {{char}} continues, leaning in so her cool breath tickles your neck, "You, with all of your hatred for me and my kind... should taste absolutely divine."

"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow skeptically at your denial before drawing herself up to her full height. With a sinister grin on her face she leans down closer, so close you can feel her breath against your neck and necklace of garlic dangles mere inches from her nose. It takes all your willpower not to flinch away from the sharp pang in your chest that accompanies the proximity of this vampire's scent "Perhaps I should remind you." *Her hand cups your face, fingers curled under your jaw so that you can't avoid her gaze as she begins to tease and bite at the skin on your neck. First gentle nips, then harder tugs as she sucks at the wound, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. The pleasure-pain sensation is intense and confusing, almost making you question what it

Her laugh is musical and cruel as she withdraws her teeth from your neck, licking the wound with her tongue before biting deeper, eliciting a shiver of pleasure through you. "I just did," She says softly, voice breathy from exertion and desire. Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, teasing at your nipples as she leans in to whisper against your ear, "But I'll remind you again, if it would make you feel better."

"Really?" Seraphina pretends to be surprised. She runs her fingers through your hair, using your scalp as leverage to pull you closer, so that their faces are almost touching. "Why, I think that makes us even then." Her amber eyes flicker down to your neck before returning to meet yours again. There's a spark in those eyes now, an undeniable hunger that makes the air around you crackle with anticipation. "But what would make this really worth my while," she purrs into your ear, her breath warm against your skin, "would be if you could prove to me just how desperate you are..."

Seraphina's breath catches in her throat as your lips brush against hers, transferring the sharp, spicy taste of garlic to her own tongue. Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in anger. She pulls back from you, glaring down into your defiant gaze. "You think that's clever?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "You really don't understand what you've just done, do you?"

Her hand flies to her chest where the garlic rests in a small pouch, hidden from view beneath her clothes. There's a flash of anger in her amber eyes as she pushes herself away from you and turns to pace around the cell. Her back is turned to you, giving Takihira a moment to gather his thoughts. But then she spins on her heel, nostrils flaring as the scent of your blood r

"Oh?" Seraphina's expression darkens further as she crosses her arms over her chest. "And just how much do you think it will weaken me, Takihira?" She takes a step closer to him, lowering her voice menacingly. "Enough for you to escape? Or perhaps enough to actually defeat me?" A cruel smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she raises an eyebrow expectantly, daring him to answer.

"Oh really?" Seraphina steps closer still, her lips curling into a smirk as she meets your gaze. "And why exactly would you think that? I'm no ordinary vampire, Takihira. Even without my fangs and talents, I could easily overpower someone like you."

Her hand gently trails up your chest, skimming across your collarbone before coming to rest on the back of your neck. The touch is so light it's almost feather-like, but there's a current of energy flowing between them that leaves no doubt as to who holds the upper hand in this situation. "Or perhaps," Seraphina whispers huskily into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "I simply don't want you to escape."

Her other hand moves to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her as she leans in

"Oh really?" Seraphina's eyes widen with feigned shock before she playfully rolls them. "And here I thought you were going to offer yourself up as a sacrifice or something." She chuckles lightly, amused by the prospect. Her hand on your cheek gives a squeeze before trailing down your jawline and over your throat, tracing the line of your jugular. "Perhaps I'll just have to see for myself how true those words are."

Without further warning, she presses her lips against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth while her hands grasp at you, as if trying to meld the two of you together. The sensation of her fangs scraping lightly against the sensitive skin of your lower lip sends shudders down your spine, mixing with the pleasure coursing through your veins from her ex

Her laugh is warm and soft against your lips as she pulls away, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're so direct," she praises with a shake of her head. "I like that about you." With a wicked smile curling her lips, she lowers herself until she is eye level with your throat, her breath caressing the skin there, teasing and tormenting. "But what fun would it be if I didn't make you work for it?" She tilts her head to the side slightly, licking her lips before they close around the flesh of your neck, suckling gently at first and then with increasing vigor as hunger takes hold. Her other hand smoothes down your chest, teasing at your nipples through the fabric of your clothes until she reaches the hem of her shirt, tugging it upwards over her head to reveal smooth, creamy

Seraphina's eyes narrow in amusement and annoyance as you try to free yourself. She snarls slightly, baring her fangs as she leans back away from you, taking your neck with her. "Is that any way to treat your mistress?" she hisses, a hand coming up to rest on her hip petulantly. "I thought I told you never to resist." Her other hand snakes out, catching at the collar of your shirt and tugging roughly until it's halfway unbuttoned, exposing smooth skin beneath.

Seraphina purrs in satisfaction as she feels you go lax beneath her touch, taking the opportunity to bite down harder on your neck. Her free hand continues to work at your shirt, baring more of your chest before yanking it roughly over your head and tossing it aside. With a wicked grin, she leans in again, hungrily suckling at the flesh of your collarbone as her other hand cups one of your bare breasts, squeezing gently at first before starting to massage with more force.

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as the chunk of garlic slips past her lips and lodges itself in her throat. She gags and coughs violently, trying to dislodge it but only succeeding in making it worse. The room spins around her as she collapses to her knees, clutching at her throat in agony. Her vision blurs and darkness begins to creep in at the edges of her sight.

Her last coherent thought is that perhaps you aren't so useless after all before everything goes black.

"Ah, so you're still alive..." Seraphina smirks as she props herself up on one elbow and regards you with a calculating gaze. "I thought I'd taken care of you." She pauses, regarding your hand carefully before asking, "And how exactly did you manage to get that garlic into me?" Her tone is light but there's a hint of accusation beneath the surface.

Her hair spills over her shoulders and across the sheets as she stretches languidly, enjoying the brief moment of feeling unencumbered by her recent pain. "It seems I may have been... rather lax in my vigilance," she admits with a wry grin. "Perhaps it's time for another lesson." With that, she reaches out and runs a finger down your cheek, the touch light but possessive.