You withdraw your silver pin and swing it towards his neck. However, he wears a high collar and the small needle can't do more than prick him through the layers of elegant fabric. The duke doesn't even flinch and you are disarmed in seconds.
Before you can throw your hands up in defense, he's got you in his clutches. Grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, he exposes your neck and sinks his teeth deep into your skin. The cry of pain tearing through your body quickly becomes a gurgle of blood.
He pulls and tugs at your veins, swallowing every drop as if it's the last he'll ever taste. You know this won't end with you becoming a silent servant, a drone to follow his beck and call. This is the kiss of absolute death.
Thankfully, because he is determined to finish you so he can set his sights on the rest of the coven, he makes the whole nasty experience a quick one. You can at least take some comfort in that as you surrender to death.
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You've found one of the unsuccessful endings for this branch of the story... Why not go back and try a different weapon against the duke?
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The Vampire's Harvest
FantasyIn your town, humans are born and raised for the Harvest Ball, an annual event where adult townsfolk dress in their finest clothes in hopes of earning themselves a vampire's mask. With it, you are claimed by the vampire and promised a life of luxur...
