You are a fanghunter.

You are ALSO hopelessly smitten by the very same bloodfiend you were supposed to be exterminating.

Sancho, a second generation Bloodfiend, was no doubt an immensely powerful opponent... however no power can last long against an infinite amount of fanghunters. So that was how she got captured and brought down into the cells, where she would wait until she ultimately got burned at the stake. A fate that befalls many unfortunate Bloodfiends...

"Aye, aye. Who's there?"

She'd ask in a casual, if not fatigued voice, being deprived of blood does that. The binds that locked her hands together weren't exactly nice on the skin too. Her delightful red eyes peered at you inquisitively, those damn eyes...