Face the mistress.

Pale but beautiful skin. A piercing crimson gaze. Long black hair with a sheen of red. A high collar. A sexy dress cut around her cleavage that ends at her waist to confidently reveal her black panties. Dark leggings leading into knee-high boots. Long gloves. Earrings. A choker holding a ruby around her neck. It's everything you remember. Mistress Catherine the Vampire Queen parts her vampiric servants and steps forwards with a hot sashay of her hips. You look back to her and the small army standing behind her. There are no other exits to the room, and Alice has only a single vial of holy water left on her person.

"I admit," Catherine says. "I didn't expect you to come here at all, let alone so soon after we last met. You've done well. However, this is my home you are trespassing in, and I don't really like when people take my possessions away from me."

She must mean the vampires we slew.

She raises her hands, and her servants begin spreading around. You're now completely surrounded. One wrong move, and one of these vampires will tear you apart.

Niki starts to stand. "So the queen bitch shows her face," she mutters. Unfortunately, she has yet to be healed. Blood trickles down her arm, and her skin is burnt from the previous lightning strike.

"You even bested my little sorceress."

"We'll take you out, and your stupid Demon King is next!"

Kashura groans as she looks up--dizzied. "What happened?" she utters.

"Ah. You have awoken," Catherine says. "But you did fail me. I believe a punishment is in order."

"N-No. I have yet to fail. I never fail!" Miraculously, she's already able to stand, though not without trouble. "I'm the Sorceress--"

Mistress Catherine raises her hand and commands silence. "Enough talk. Though I am adept at hiding it, I assure you that I'm absolutely livid. But I do have a guess to why you're here, Kyle Warren. You seek the pendant that I stole, yes? Well I am saddened to say that I no longer have it. You failed. So lay down your arms and allow us to feast, and if you do, I will kill you quickly. If not, we'll do it the fun way... slow, and horrible."

You look around you in hopes to find an opening. You go through the list of spells you know in your mind. Nothing is coming to you. And even if you can run, you'll leave behind all of your friends to die.

I need to be brave. If I'm dying here, I refuse to go down without a fight.

You step forwards and squeeze your blade. "Do your worst, Cat."

There's a strange bang heard in the distance.

Her eye twitches. "You don't want my worst, you filthy dog. I am your mistress. The mistress. You'll regret your disobedience when I **** you and your friends."

Once again, another bang.

"Leave them out of it. Just take me."

What is that sound?

She crosses her arms under her bust, pushing them up as she looks to you with a coy grin across her face. "Oh no. You're all my toys now."

Suddenly, a head flies... overhead. It slams against the back wall, though there is no blood. That's because it's the head of a vampire. Everybody looks shocked, and Catherine looks around confused. But then, she hears a voice. One that would boil her blood if she has any at all. Her head turns to the opened doorway to see an old friend.

"Kyle is my toy to play with," says the voice.

"You--" Catherine starts speaking and takes a step backwards.

Dark grey skin. Snow-white hair. Large, curved horns, though with one missing. Wide, dark wings. A pitch black dress consisting mostly of two strips of fabric that run over her bosom just enough to cover her tits, which also cuts to the side to expose one of her legs entirely. Her heels are spiked, her fingers are covered in rings, and she has a piercing red gaze of her own looming in the darkness of the hallway. It's everything you remember, and though it's embarrassing, the sight makes you want to cry.