Faye
'I suppose the world would be a boring place without others like me to slaughter. Bad people kill bad people all the time, at least we admit evil. For people like you to kill all the same but label it as a strain of good, *Justice*. That disgusts me.'

The spear was retrieved from his mouth, graciously allowing him to breath once more as she thrusted it to the side; throwing off his entrails. She'd swiftly place it over her shoulder once more. Collecting a stringed purse from her bandolier she placed five golden pieces in her hand. Turning back to the fallen Elf she once more knelt beside him, grabbing his hand. Forcing it open she placed the five coins in his hands, then clenched his fist as blood poured through his fingers and tainted the gold.

'I cannot understand as to why you refrain, why you hold back, why you hold on. You're frankly as dead as the girl. Well I did offer you a choice, and I suppose you answered. Very well, I will make you see what you truly are, what we all truly are deep inside; **Monsters**.'

The dark lancer, who up till now had no resemblance of any humanity gripped onto the wings of her helmet. Twisting it to the side she loosened the seal before slowly raising it. Heavy rain poured on black hair which flowed to her shoulders and down to her back. As a pale mouth revealed itself and up to the pair of visceral moonlight eyes. As expected of a vampire the woman looked not a day beyond her prime, placing the helmet on the ground beside her.

Standing up herself she'd lean down to grab him by the collar, pulling him up with her. With the left he was suspended in mid air. Forcefully grappling his neck with her right hand she lifted his chin up and faced it to the side. 

'The Dark side is a path away for many abilities some consider, *Unnatural*. If you only knew the **Power**. You could have saved that girl, you could have defeated me. You are weak, but through my suffering; you will become stronger. You will then kneel before me.'

A vampire's touch is often romanticized as something graceful, something reminiscent to a kiss or unholy blessing. In reality it was far more skewed and feral. Like two miniscule daggers her fangs pierced his flesh, instinctively selecting a blood vessel to administer her virus to its maximum potency. Before this scorpion released her venom however she took a moment to simply bleed him dry. His skin frantically growing pale and frail within his eyes as by now the amount of blood he had lost would render a man to a petrified corpse. The sight was akin to that of a rabid animal massacering its prey, flesh and muscle being devoured. Before her vessel would succumb to his severe fatal wounds however she then graciously offered the virus. Turning the ever so defiant vigilant into the very being he dreaded the most.
Dennis
*Ishikawa simply spit blood in her direction, too weak to give much of a response. He hissed through his teeth as his hand was forcibly closed around the gold, letting it fall to the ground. Ishikawa could barely see, his vision already beginning to blacken, but as he looked up, as she took off her helmet, he knew. Ishikawa always knew. It was too late to protest, he didn't have the strength. So there he lay helpless in a pool of death, unable to change the fate he had been forced into. He made a weak sound as his flesh was penetrated, his eyes turning glassy as he had begun to finally die... He would have, anyways. His vision went black, the monster hunter finally going limp in her arms.*
Richard
``` Fade to Black ```