Jolyne wanted to scream, fight back again, anything, but the pain was too intense. Her mind flashed back to that event in her childhood, the agony of that stick ripping through her eye socket. As she felt her blood drain away from her neck, her mind began to fade away into a state of unconsciousness, so much so that Jolyne was unable to hear the soft words that her assailant was saying in between eager drinks. She was on the verge of unconsciousness, about to slip away, before the shock of being drained a second time snapped her awake once more.

After the inhuman creature of a woman had drank her fill, she pulled back and stared straight into Jolyne's eyes. [color=f49ac2]"Are you still with me Jolyne? How are you feeling?"[/color] she asked without a hint of irony. [color=f7920a]"Ha, you-you're not serious, right?"[/color] Jolyne murmured through a simper. She would have burst out laughing if not for the fact she had two neat puncture wounds in her neck. The literal pain in her neck was beginning to numb somewhat already. [color=f7920a]"Oh, so, you do care."[/color] Jolyne said sarcastically. [color=f7920a]"I hope you fall on a stake."[/color] she remarked through gritted teeth.