Go to Francesca's house

"Priest Brandon, could you give me a wooden stake?" You stepped in his room with you bag on your back. You're ready to go, but you just needed one more thing.

"Mr. Wilson... Please, don't be reckless..." Brandon tried to persuade you. But when he saw the despair in your eyes, he knew that it has consumed you and his words alone were no enough to drag you out of it. He sighed and handed you a wooden stake that he just sharpened last night. You checked it and found it handy and solid.

"Thank you... And, goodbye." You nodded with respect before you turned around and left the room.

"Goodbye, Mr. Wilson." Brandon took a deep breath and returned to his work.

Dec 27th. It's bright outside but you felt like you're dead inside.

You stopped at the front door of Fran's house, and noticed that all the curtains were pulled down. You're familiar with this place, but now you felt scared. You're scared of what you would find inside, of what you would do. Your hands were shaking when you took the stake out of your bag.

This was the consequence of your choices, and you had to face it yourself. You walked forward, yet every step was much heavier than the last. Your legs were shaking, too. But you managed, you endured, and you reached the door. It wasn't locked, so you opened it carefully.

The room was dark, and you smelled something sweet. You took a few deep breaths and got more and more attracted to it, so you followed the smell into Fran's bedroom. There, you found Fran lying naked in bed, still asleep. The sheet near her pussy was soaked in her juice and blood. That was where the scent came from.

You could imagine Fran fingering herself on the bed and squirting. A stream of her juice dripped down her thigh, mixed with the blood from the bite marks left by Olivia, and flowed to the sheet. Imagining that aroused you so much that you felt your manhood throbbing in your trousers. You gritted your teeth and resolved to do what's next.

You locked the bedroom door behind you and went to the window. You looked at Fran, admired her beautiful body one more time, before you drew back the curtain.

When the sunlight flooded in the room and shone on Fran's body, her skin immediately started to burn and she screamed painfully. She jumped up from the bed, retreated back to the shadows in the corner of the room, and hissed at you with her fangs bared.

"James!" She stared at you with her red eyes and growled with anger, "Why would you do this to me!?"

The parts of her skin that scorched by sunlight just a few seconds ago began to heal quickly. In no time Fran's body returned to its previous state. Pale, seductive, perfect.

"I'm sorry..." You voice was shaking. You held the stake in your hand tightly and slowly walked towards her.

Fran tried to attack you with her sharp nails, but once she reached out her hand it got burnt by the sunlight. She might be weaker during daytime, but she's still a dangerous predator. And you had only one chance.

You lunged at her while her claw just got burnt and pinned her in the corner. You choked her throat and placed the wooden stake above her chest, her heart. Fran desperately scratched your upper arm with what's left of her strength. Blood was soaking your sleeves and Fran became more frenzied when she smelled that.

You got tears in your eyes. When you looked at Fran's face, memories brought you back to that time when the two of you played in her father's barn. You were 15 back then. You ran around, laughing and yelling, and fell down in a pile of straw. She was below you and you were staring at her from above, just like now.

Her blonde hair was as beautiful and lively as the straw, like you were wrapped by her long hair, and it mesmerized you for a moment. She smiled at you innocently and closed her eyes. She was imitating the leading actress in a show that you just watched together a few days ago, where the character was expecting a kiss from her crush, from her prince charming. You were surprised and embarrassed.

You did not kiss her that day. She waited, but eventually she opened her eyes and just smiled at you.

"James... Damn you..." Fran hissed at you painfully and brought you back to reality. She wouldn't actually die from suffocation, but that didn't mean she wouldn't suffer the pain from it. And she resented you for that.

Why would I remember that right now? You wondered.

The wounds on your arm were severe and you're losing strength. You hands were shaking terribly. You wouldn't be able to **** her very soon.

It's now or never.