“Don't cry, doll.” The now haunting voice of David whispers in your ear. He was mocking you. He was mocking your reaction to him murdering your lover.

“You didn't need them anyway.” He grabs your chin turning your head to face him, he grins at you, his fangs sharp and poised. And covered with blood.

Not only had you found out his true nature of being a vampire — one of the faces behind Santa Carla’s missing people.

He had also killed your lover before your eyes. And drained their blood.