The chase that she started through the bus was relentless, Don's Rocinante that sealed her bloodfiend self disappeared somewhere. Running down the hall you could still hear her enraged whispering and slow footsteps.

"Where are you running off to?! I just wanted a bit of blood... Your delicious blood." She said with clear hunger. Suddenly a cold hand with sharp nails grabs your shoulder and pulls you back, now Don making you stare right into her crimson eyes, the irises glowing in the dark hall.

"Te amo querida, eres tan hermosa." She looks at your skin, impatiently looking at your delicate flesh. Tonight the other sinners and Dante went out to get some shopping done, leaving you and Don alone to guard Mephistopheles. Alas, luck was not on your side today. She held one hand on your waist, securing you in place as she looked at your face, her slit pupils shrinking and dilating ever so often.