Ellen breathed slowly in and out, struggling to ignore the pain throbbing in her chest. Teeth dug right into where her heart was, feasting on her blood in deep swallows of the rich substance.

It had been a long battle trying to figure out how to defeat the plague of the Nosferatu, until Ellen came to terms with the fact that she must submit in order for the curse to be lifted. She didn't fear the vampire, after all, she'd been the one to summon her. It was like destiny had brought them together again after all these years. She couldn't escape her.

Ellen's shaky hand placed itself on top of the vampire's head, patiently waiting for her to finish feeding, wondering if she would survive the night or bleed out right there on her own bed. She moaned breathily in an attempt to communicate her fading consciousness, but could not mutter words.