Talk her down, calmly.

“Valera.. I do not know what you are talking about, I simply...”

She interjects. “Your neck is burning, I can see it. Only evil things burn when silver touches them."

"What, are, you?” She asks, fiercely, obviously ready to slice your throat open.

You sigh.

“I mean you no harm, Valera, I am simply trying to survive.” You pause, opening your mouth. You eye her neckline longingly as your fangs descend in cautious anticipation.

Her eyes widen.

“I am a vampire, Valera. Not the undead kind. I am living, just like you. We are not that different. I just... need blood to survive...”

“You paid to have me come in here... so you could feed on me?”

“Yes... but I only need a little.” You gaze into her green eyes, and you feel the pressure of the knife on your neck weaken. “I won’t hurt you... it feels wonderful...”

Her hand remains steady, holding the knife to your throat as she carefully climbs onto the bed, straddling you and not breaking eye contact. Her hips begin to slide, slowly.

Forward...

Backward...

Her movements quickly bring you to erection. “So... still alive then.” She whispers.

“Part of me... desires this... to feel your fangs in my neck...” Valera leans in, offering a magnificent view of her cleavage and neck, but you remain focused on her eyes, trying to retain control.

“I should be more afraid, I think, but you... you make me feel safe... for some reason?”

You gently raise your hand, pausing suddenly, as she pushes the knife hard against your neck again. She takes no further action, so you continue, carefully reaching up and pushing her curly red hair from her neck, moving it around and to the other side.

Valera instinctually tilts her head to the side in response, submissively offering herself. “This desire... these feelings...” Her eyes blink sleepily as her resistance to your control weakens. “These are your desires... compelling me to give myself to you.

Her breathing intensifies and she begins grinding against you again. Slowly forward... slowly back... "Do it.." She says seductively. "Sink your fangs into my neck... and drink from me...” She leans in, her neck right in front of your mouth now.

You accept her offer, and break eye contact, opening your mouth and leaning in against the knife still firmly against and burning your neck.

As the tips of your fangs taste her flesh, you see a swift motion. You do not know immediately what it was, but feel the warmth if blood flowing from your neck.

Valera leans back away from you, as you reach your hand up to your throat. You realize her blade has cut your throat open, just in time to see her pull her knife over her head, and slam it straight into your heart.

Your vision dims, and smoldering fire consumes the rest of what you can see. Valera jumping off of you. All goes dark, and oblivion takes you.