Seras Victoria HP: 36
To Hit: 13 (Hit)
Damage: 20 (YOU DIED)

Seras - for all her capabilities - was still essentially a greenhorn in the supernatural. And even without that, there would be no way for even the most learned scholars of her world to have come across the madness that had rooted itself ever so deeply into the reality her opponent hailed from.

She had no clue what "Old Blood" meant.
Or "Vileblood" for that matter.
But the inherited beast within did.

The vampiress let out a little gasp as Maria bit into the side of her neck, unearthly pupils contracting as she felt... an odd sense of *completeness*. Then, like any good lover OR fighter should, she eagerly returned the favor.

Seras stepped back, pulling both herself and her prey away from the cratered wall to embrace out in the open. Down shifted the shadowy limb, slithering around to now wrap around the ailing huntress' back. Her other hand then let the rifle drop once more in order to rise up and seize Maria's ponytail, using it as a handle to wrench her head to the side to expose her milky throat.

Victoria let out a sultry growl, serpentine tongue playing over her jagged fangs, before lunging in to latch on with full force. Both women were now locked together as tightly as any kiss could be; but, instead, feeding off the gushing jugular of their partner.

For what seemed to be an eternity they were deadlocked, neither seeming to gain nor lose ground in this visceral loop. But then, with a muffled groan, the huntress began to falter. Her petite hands started to claw at Seras's shoulders, only to gradually slow and fall to her sides. With a steadiness equal to her own slowing heart she began to droop back, the vampiress following her arc greedily as she crumpled to the dirt inch by agonizing inch.

Finally Maria was flat on the ground, groaning weakly with unfocused eyes fluttering softly...

...Until Seras decided to finish the job.

With victorious roar and a single, brutal motion the vampiress pulled back; rising up to a seated mount as she tore out Maria's throat with her teeth, like a wolf upon a hapless rabbit.

There was a final shriek from the huntress; Wild and undignified in her ultimate defeat. Every remaining muscle in her body tensed; her back arching, her eyes bulging, her gore-stained breasts crashing together with every heave of her seizing chest...

And then she fell back into a boneless rest, spent. What remained of her gashed tongue hung out of her slack mouth as her head fell to the side, eyes crossing and dimming. There were a few more shudders and a parting gurgle, then finally the huntess was no more.

But still, that did not mean her torment was finished.

The creature that once was Seras stared down at the cooling and leaking body, breaths growing deeper and deeper with each passing second. The odd darkness that consumed her arm had apparently started to spread, a network of tainted black veins now crossing her body like a network of spiderwebs. As she began to shift... expand... spread... she focused on the dead huntress with far too many eyes, and dove in to envelop and CONSUME-

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The Lady Maria woke upon a pitch black mountaintop, surrounded by stars.

After a start, she checked herself and found nothing out of order. Was that all... a dream then? Nothing but...

No, she soon realized. As she walked over to the edge of her 'mountaintop' and peered down, it became clear that there wasn't *actually* a down. Just more blackness... spackled by stars.

"Lost your way, little girl?"

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. Spinning around in a panic she could not pinpoint the source, but at the same time came across a completely different discovery:

Those 'Stars' were not stars.

They were EYES. All staring down - or up - at her. No matter where she looked, the void looked back.

"I told you."

And... they seemed to be... closing in...

"You have been consumed."

As they drew nearer more became clear; she was in actuality surrounded by a roiling mass of oblivion. And alongside those glowing eyes uncountable teeth and claws roiled; sinking and rising from the 'flesh' at random, but all very clearly primed and ready.

"You are a part of me now."

There was no escape. Nowhere to run, nowhere to evade. Inky tendrils seized her limbs and rows upon rows of jagged blades went to work; disrobing her, grinding away at her, violating her mind and body in every conceivable way, until the shuddering mass that was left could scream no more and...

She awoke, upon a pitch black mountaintop. Surrounded by... 'Stars.'

She wasn't dreaming. She - what remained of her consciousness at least - WAS a dream. And the dreamer... well...

"And oh, do I LOVE playing with my food."