Jayee gave a yell of surprise when Daemon grabbed her wrist and pinned it up behind her back. The hand that was holding her gun gripped the handle hard in disgust as he ran his tongue up her neck. Her whole body went rigidly still as the tips of his fangs pressed against her soft skin. Barely applying any pressure, his fangs sank in very slowly, a scream of pain escaped Jayee and she tried to squirm but Daemon's grip was firm and solid, not letting her go even a centimeter.<br/><br/>Jayee bit her bottom lip so hard it started to bleed when she refused to give Daemon the satisfaction of earning anymore screams from her seeing as though his crotch was pressed against her ass. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks however, spilling to the floor where their tiny splashes echoed through the empty, silent house. But soon even those too stopped and Jayee's body grew heavier, her eye sight dimming to nothing. It felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest the way that breathing was so hard for her, her breath coming in slow, uneven gasps.<br/><br/>Feeling her life slipping away was actually more peaceful than she thought it would be. As the pain died away, Jayee soon felt nothing and slowly she fell into a deeper state of death. One that would undoubtly leave her lifeless on the floor, no shine or fight in her eyes or an expression on her face. Not even warmth would be left, instead a lifeless, cold body that no longer held a soul. Before, however, death could claim her, one word left her lips. "..Shawn.." It was barely more than a whisper but in a silent house as it was, it seemed to be as loud as a shout.<br/><br/>Jayee's handgun clattered to the wood floor, her body falling to its knees before it fell forward onto the wood floor. The life fled from her eyes and the last thing she saw was Shawn's face, even though that Daemon was clearly still there. The last breath of life was exhaled from her body as she hit the floor, now there was no movement from the young woman, her hair falling over her eyes, her once pink lips gone a pale sort of blue, and even her hair lost it's once radiant shine. Jayee was, in all forms of the definition, gone.