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"Are you sure you want to go alone?" Lloyd asked Jesebel. He had been born into the Gulfont Family of vampire hunters, and thus had a responsibility to take them down regardless of the risk to himself. But Jesebel was just his childhood friend and shouldn't need to take such risks.

She nodded. "I need to prove myself."

"I know you're amazing, you don't have to prove anything to me," Lloyd replied.

"I have to prove it to your family," Jesebel explained. The part she didn't explain was that the Gulfont Family allowed marriages into the family based on success as a vampire hunter. If Jesebel could defeat Lady Lilith Demmerain, they would be eager to accept her into the family. And this was the only way she could get them to allow her to marry Lloyd.

For his part, Lloyd seemed conflicted. He was grateful to have a friend who was so passionate about taking down vampiric threats. But he didn't like the idea of Jesebel going off on her own. "If things turn south, just focus on surviving. Once I finish my own mission I'll come to back you up."

As she turned to leave, Jesebel gave Lloyd a thumbs up. "I won't need it, but I appreciate the thought!"

***

After leaving behind the love of her life, Jesebel now stood before Demmerain Mansion. It was a towering gothic structure in the middle of a dead section of forest. With a tight grip on her whip, Jesebel cracked it, sending the end flying to wrap around the neck of a gargoyle above the front entryway. With that and a running start, she leapt into the air and smashed through the doorway, sending one of the huge ten foot doors tumbling into the entry hall.

With a flick of her wrist, Jesebel made her whip's hold on the statue loosen and was able to pull her whip back. As she landed, candles all around her, including in the chandelier above, all lit up.

A confident voice rang out through the entire mansion. "My, it has been decades since I had such a brash intruder. Could you not simply knock?"

"I came to slay you, demon! Your front door is the least of your worries!"

"Yes, you are quite right. As it seems I've found a brand new maid whose first assignment will be cleaning up this mess." Whatever magic the vampire was using to project her voice also projected the sound of her clapping her hands together twice.

From the shadows emerged several disembodied maid uniforms. With a cute little headpiece, tight tops with substantial cleaveage windows, short skirts, and long stockings they proved a complete ensemble. They even had long gloves, wielding feather dusters and rags. There were half a dozen of them, and they all began to float towards Jesebel.

She had just entered the vampire's lair and she already had a fight on her hands, it seemed.