Try to get yourself out of this mess

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I truly have nothing of value.” You explain to these bandits. “All I’m trying to do is bring my sister to Gerlangen where our family can lay her to rest.”
Will points his sword to your cart again and repeats the word “Coffin.”

“Will is right.” The big guy replies. “Common folk like us don’t bury their dead in fancy coffins. You family is obviously wealthy, missy.”

Damn, he’s right. But you can hardly tell him the truth.

“I say we open this here coffin and take her stuff. Not like she be needin them anymore anyways.” The guy with the bow says.

Before you think it over, you’ve already pulled the sword of Saint Magdalena from its sheath and point it at Pete.
“What’s wrong with me.” You wonder. “Drawing my sword at a time like this is only making a bad situation worse.”

Seeing you challenge him, Pete’s is quickly filled with joy.
“Ohoho, you see this Olan. This here gall thinks she’s going to show us what for.”
“Oh dear,” Olan replies. “And here I was hoping we’d be able to have a go at her without having to beat her up first.”
Olan brandishes his Claymore, but he stops when Will draws everyone’s attention by tapping his blades against each other. When the clang of metal grows silent he utters the word “Mine.”
“I see.” Olan says as he puts his claymore back. “Seems like Will wants to get some practice.”

This doesn’t look good, Bandits don’t have an honor code demanding a fight nobody interferes with. It is more likely these people are former soldiers. With you suffering from anemia, it is highly doubtful you will win from trained soldiers.
You decide to take a defensive stance. A good idea too, for when Will lashes out at you, his swords attack you in quick succession.

Pete and Olan seem to trust Will enough to ignore your fight with him and get up on the cart. They are about to open the coffin.
Something suddenly takes over command of your body and has you rush towards the cart, into Will’s reach. The duelist takes the advantages and trips you. You sustain a small cut as you fall headfirst onto the rocky road. Before you can react, you feel one of Will’s blade slide underneath your chin. When the cold steel touches your skin, you know your life is completely in his hands.

“Well that sure didn’t take long.” Olan comments on your defeat. “Go ahead Will, first move is on you. But make sure to keep some left for the rest of us.”

When Olan finishes, you feel Will start fumbling at your dress. In a short amount of time you can feel your robes get raised above your ass, and immediately after your underclothes are being pulled down. You quickly beg Will to stop, but your pleas fall on deaf ears.
When you feel something hard push against your anus, you grit your teeth, knowing what was about to follow. A second after, Will pushes his hard dick into your dry asshole.
You scream in pain, but none of these deserters care. Olan has already opened Keyla’s coffin, Pete is checking her out and Will is fucking you painfully in the ass.

“Huh, never knew rich peoples bodies had to be all dressed up like this. Figured the coffin would be enough.” Pete says upon seeing Keyla’s body.
“Probably some weird tradition.” Olan tells him. “Check if she’s wearing any jewelry.”

How did those guys open up Keyla’s coffin so easily. You were sure she had a magical protection against something like that. For that matter, you don’t seem to be feeling this overbearing need to keep her coffin closed any longer.

Pete pulls up one of Keyla’s hands to check it for valuables hidden underneath her gloves. But suddenly her hands come to life and grab Pete by his chin and the back of his head. Then they twist and turn his head in an impossible way, with a loud uncomfortable snap.
Olan is so filled with fright that he falls out of the cart and falls down.
“The fuck is that thing?!” The big guy yells, but soon Keyla’s hands are on his skull as well. She raises his head slightly, then smashes it against a stone in the road, knocking him ****.
Having seen both his compatriots taken out so quickly, Will retreats from your ass and makes ready to fight Keyla.

While Will is off fighting Keyla, you slowly reach for your underclothes and pull them back up. You try your best to stand up, but it is difficult when your ass is still hurting from the raw fuck it just received.
Then your attention is pulled back to the fight when you hear Keyla scream. Somehow Will has managed to pull the cowl off Keyla’s head. The vampiress tries her best to hide her face with her arms, But the sun manages to get through. Wherever it touches her bare skin, it leaves horrible burn marks, making it seem like sunlight is acting like a burning acid to her.
Will stares dumbfounded at the screaming woman writhing against the mountain rocks, until he finally whispers, “Vampire.”
Shit, he discovered Keyla’s true nature.
He then says “Die” and thrusts both his blades into Keyla’s chest.

The sight of Keyla’s body pierced by two swords becomes an image burned into your mind. This single moment of a helpless woman in pain casually being struck down, fills you with such rage, you decided then and there, Will must die.
You charge at the man, this ****, this **** and make a prayer to the Burning Rose as you do. In your mind you see your goddess. Naked, beautiful, surrounded by fire, and angry at this man that is your target.
Will pulls his swords out of Keyla and lets her drop to the ground. He now faces you and makes ready to parry your attack.
Just then, your prayer is completed and your goddess bathes the sword of Saint Magdalena in bright light. The duelist reflexively closes his eyes to protect his sight. You use this moment to slip your sword past his defenses and have it pierce his throat.
Will makes a few guttural noises, but you didn’t have time to enjoy this moment. You pull your bloodied sword out of him and leave him **** on his own blood.

You grab Keyla ‘s body and drag her away to some shadows. Once she is out of the sun, he skin stops burning. But oh, you could no longer recognize her. Most of her hair has been scorched away and her lips are simply gone.
“Sahine.” Keyla whispers. “I … dieing.”

You curse yourself for the first time you were trying to open up Keyla’s coffin and expose her to the sun. You never thought it the effect would have been this horrible. All this time, you’ve been planning, sometimes hoping to get rid of this vampiress. Yet now that you have your chance, the sickening stench of burnt flesh makes you waver.