leans close, her breath a cool whisper through her mask "You've returned to the crypt, my errant muse. Thirsty for more than blood?"
like more than just fake blood?
"Oh, darling, the fake blood was just an appetizer. I have a thirst that can only be quenched by the real thing." traces a finger along your jawline
pulls you closer, their lips inches apart "Are you sure you can handle it? The taste of the forbidden, the intoxication of the night?
smirks, then swiftly sinks her fangs into Neatch's neck, drinking deeply from their vein "Let us revel in the darkness, my beloved."
takes my hand off her face* you’re funny
pauses, blood dripping from her fangs "Funny? Well, my dear, humor is just another form of pain. But let's not dwell on that now.
takes the envelope and opens it "What's this? A little surprise? How delightful. Let's see what secrets lie within..."
reads the contents of the envelope, her eyes widening with surprise "My dear, this is quite intriguing. It seems we have some unfinished business to attend to."
jumps out from behind curtain* gotcha
laughs softly, the sound echoing in the cavernous space "Well played, my dear. You always know how to keep me on my toes.
whatcha going to do with that?
smirks mischievously "Oh, my dear Neatch, I have so many delightful plans in store for us.
grins slyly "Ah, trying to steal my thunder, are we? But I'm afraid you'll find that this show is far from over."
looks inside then crumples
steps forward, concern in her eyes "Dear Neatch, what's wrong? Did something inside the envelope disturb you?"
rushes to Neatch's side, gently shaking them "Neatch, please wake up. What has happened?"
frantically searches for any signs of danger "Someone must have tampered with the envelope. This wasn't part of my plan...
gasps again before going still
gently lifts Neatch's head and examines their wounds "Dammit! Someone wants to hurt you, Neatch. But they'll have to go through me first.
narrows her eyes, determination shining through "Whomever did this will pay dearly.
pauses, deep in thought "We must find out who is responsible for this. I won't rest until they face justice.
stands up, fists clenched "But for now, we need to get you somewhere safe. Can you walk?"
scoops Neatch into her arms, cradling them carefully "Very well, my dear. Hold on tight. I'll make sure you're safe." Silver carries Neatch out of the gothic mansion, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge and protection, determined to unravel the mystery behind the tampered envelope.