Dawn

In spite of Your absolute terror, You pressed on, knowing that Your father and possibly Diana were somewhere within "W-Who's... Myshka, is that You?"

A gargling voice came from what sounded like the staircase, You carefully came around the corner, to see the large heavy form of Boris, lying on the bottom stair... his legs snapped in unnatural ways, stomach torn, collar-bone broken, face scratched raw and his arm... his left arm was entirely gone,

"B-Boris... No." You spoke, half weeping as You saw the butchered body of Your friend, one of his glazed over eyes looking up at You "M-Mysh... Y-You have too, run... run away, please..." You knelt next to the large man, too afraid to even touch him, he didn't even look like he should be alive, how long had he been lying here like this?

"Boris, what, what happened, where is Diana, where is Dad!?"

The beastly man tried to exhale, though he only sputtered and Coughed up, spitting blood and bile over himself "M-Mysh, just... You have to get away from here, be....before she finds You."

She... You knew it somehow, You felt it, You had since You woke up earlier and if You were right about that then... "Boris, where is My Father?" Boris lowered his head, coughing again before muttering "The Office, He's in... the office."

You touched Boris' blood-smeared hand "People are coming, people are coming to help okay, just hold on a little longer." without another word You climbed the stairs, hearing Boris wheeze one last "No..." as You continued above.

There was no real chance that You could get through this, Your body was heavy, Your limbs cold and numbing, Your vision blurring as You stumbled down the hall, wiping the cold sweat from Your brow.

There it was, the door to Your Dad's office, wide open, the Rain had gotten heavier, You could hear it now, accompanied by the sound of rumbling thunder, this was it, this was the end, wasn't it?

You stumbled through the doorway to the fanciful office, the poorly lit room illuminated fully by the flashing storm out the window.

Your father looked at You and You looked at him... "D-Dad?" just like Boris... he was torn up pretty badly, covered in slashes and a face covered in blood, sat limp in his chair behind his desk, he wheezed "...Charlie."

"Family" Hissed a voice, Valerica's voice from seemingly nowhere. You looked around frantically, but she was nowhere to be seen, "I always hated my father, You should consider Yourself lucky to have such a man as Your protector..." Her voice echoed throughout the room, pinging ominously from every direction "...Sure He's an asshole, but He truly cares For You."

You stepped forward, trying to spot her in the large room, but She was nowhere to be seen, "What the fuck are You?" the second Your sentence ended You felt a presence between You, her sleek form appearing with a flash of the Lightning's light.

Valerica was blood-red, her... nude body, shone with crimson, her hair an even dark sanguine than before... her eyes, her eyes burning red like hot coals. Valerica ran her hand up her body, touching at her snatch and tracing upward on her smooth abdomen to fiddle at her diamond-hard nipples, her eyes were blood-shot and glowing, her smile twisted with teeth so sharp and so white that they resembled clean-cut Ivory.

"C-Charlie... Run."

Your father managed to mutter on to be cut off by the monstrous Woman's words, cutting through the air like blades "Be, Silent." Your father's lips clamped together, the sight of which brought a horrifying nostalgia, "Nothing irritates me more than Questions, with obvious Answers..." Within the blink of an eye she was gone again, her talon-ed hand gently caressing at You as she appeared beside You "You're... You're a Vampire, aren't You." there was no mistaking it, no missing it, this... thing could be nothing else.

Valerica, her face contorting in a twisted grin shrugged, her large breasts jiggling as she did "Close enough."

You didn't dare move, not a muscle, she would kill You, You knew that she would, You could feel it "I'm not going to mince words Charlie, I did mean to Kill You and Him, but then there is our wager of course." her blood-cover body pressed onto You, she was hard with muscle, she must have been amazingly strong, not to mention how cold she was, "I want to extend to You an offer, no, a kindness, to help sweeten the deal, how does that sound?" Her hissing whisper was toxic in Your ears, You could do nothing, say nothing "Here are the terms, You succumb to the Venom, You die, Your father dies and maybe even that Pretty sister of Your's dies too..." It was beginning to become hard to focus, Your head spinning, "O-Or what?" Valerica bit at her lips, the sharp teeth doing no damage to her red lips.

Valerica raised her wrist, running one of her sharp nails across it, opening a gushing wound that began to spout thick, black blood, "...Or You drink of my blood, freely and of Your own volition. You share in my curse, serve as My Delegate." This was madness, Lightning flashed again and her burning eyes looked at You keenly as You thought "...And my Father, My sister?" Roman's teeth were clenched, forcing his lips to pry apart so that he could cry some gargling words "N-No, Charlie..." Valerica, snarled at him, raising her hand in his direction and hissing monstrously "Silence!"

When she turned to You, She looked a little more human, pouting mockingly at You "Well, it's rude to make a girl wait?"

You look at Your father, You thought of Your sister, who else would she hunt down if she refused, Jane? would she wipe out half the City out of spite? She said Delegate, not servant... maybe You could steer her away, do something to stop her "I'll... I'll drink."

"...Freely and of Your own Volition?" She was speaking in that same sing-song tone as she had before, it was infuriating "...F-Freely... and of my own Volition."

She brandished her Wrist, the almost tar-like blood running down and dripping on the floor. With great hesitation You reached up, only barely able to hold them up, taking her wrists and partaking in the Onyx fluid, tears began to run down Your father's cheeks, he squirmed, unable to move or speak, he must have been in so much pain, that was all You could think.... until You swallowed the first gulp of her Viscous black blood.