Evie was quickly shocked as soon as the woman started to thrash in her grasp and fight back. She refused to let go, though, as it was already too late. She couldn't seem to be able to steady the woman and get her to be still, which only caused an intense amount of anger. Her grip tightened even more to the point where she was basically squeezing the poor woman.

As the woman drives an elbow into her ribcage, Evie's eyes widened and she let out a small wheeze. She almost let go for a minute, but quickly regained her composure. Now that just made her even angrier. "Stop fucking struggling, you little-" but she was cut off whenever the woman turned to face her. She slammed the woman against the wall and glared down at her, taking in her features for the first time.

The light glinted in her pale green eyes as she scanned the woman's face, and suddenly her anger died down. She was younger than Evie, maybe by a few years or so. Evie ran her tongue across the impossibly sharp fangs in her mouth, which took over where her canines were supposed to be. She caught the woman's gaze and her expression immediately softened. Never had she felt so bad for a victim until now.

Unfortunately, this one wasn't going to be leaving alive tonight. In one swift motion, Evie moved herself so that she was now behind the woman with one arm wrapped around her waist, and the other placed gently on her neck. "Let's make this easy, okay? Stop struggling." She spoke softly, whispering it in her ear so that only she could hear it.

Evie wasn't too sure how she was supposed to feel in the moment. Her identity was already revealed, and the woman was still fighting.

It only annoyed her now, but it's not like she could just remove herself from the situation. Evie glanced down at the woman in her grasp, half expecting to be met with a wall of profanities since her mouth was now uncovered.

As Evie finishes drinking, Salem begins feeling woozy from the loss of blood and slumps slightly into the other woman's arms. Though the adrenaline of what just happened, of still being alive, gives her the strength to keep standing. Salem then makes eye contact with the other woman and slowly removes her hand from her pocket, revealing a switchblade gripped tightly in her hand. "I doubt I could have killed you...but at least fuck your pretty face up. Plunge the blade into your neck...go for the eyes...leave you something to remember me by..." Salem then drops the blade and allows it to clink against the concrete alley floor.

"But I didn't. I banked everything on the fact that I thought you didn't really want to kill me. If you want trust, that's the best I can offer." The adrenaline hike begins to subside as Salem sways and begins to feel incredibly woozy. "Though, if this is just part of some sadistic game to give me false hope...just fucking kill me already." With that, the loss of blood coupled with the genuine fear of death overtakes Salem. She wavers on her feet before collapsing unconscious into the arms of the vampire.

Evie patiently listened as the woman spoke, and she just simply tilted her head. She felt her slump down so she held her a bit closer, now shaking her head. No, she couldn't kill her. She couldn't kill anyone for that matter, she just didn't have the heart to. As the woman pulled a switchblade from her pocket and maintained eye contact, Evie raised a brow. "Killed me? You could've. I'm not immune to stab wounds, silly." She couldn't help but let out a little laugh, despite the whole situation.

Of course, she should've figured the woman had some sort of weapon on her. As she spoke again and then fell unconscious, Evie frowned. Now what in the world was she going to do about this? She thought for a hard second, and then decided on a plan. "Lord.. what's everyone gonna think?" She grumbled. Evie hoisted the woman over her shoulder with ease, and then stared down at the switchblade she dropped. Maybe she'd want it back. So she leaned down and picked it up, sliding it into her own pocket.

She peeked out into the street to make sure no one was coming before she left the alley, making her way back to her parked car. Some people she passed on the street gave weird looks, and the others minded their own business. Upon reaching her car, she pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked it. She opened the back seat and layed the woman down in it, using a shirt that happened to be on the seat to put under her head.

She carefully shut the door and then slid into the driver's seat, starting up her car. Traffic wasn't too bad tonight, thankfully. Evie turned on the radio in an attempt to drown out her thoughts, which worked until she glanced in the mirror to make sure the woman was okay. She made sure to drive carefully as she left the city. The house wasn't too far away, but was on a backroad in the middle of nowhere. Evie was soon parked in the driveway and leaned against her car.

This was crazy. She sighed as she opened the backseat and picked the woman back up, this time carrying her in her arms. Thankfully she was stronger than the average human so she didn't struggle at all. Evie unlocked the main door to the house and to her surprise, nobody was there. Usually was someone in the living room or the foyer, but there was no one. She didn't bother to look for anyone and just went straight upstairs to her room. She laid the woman down in her bed and thought for a minute.

Evie went to her bathroom and switched on the light, rummaging in the drawers before pulling out a bandaid. She really needed to organize those better. She went back to the woman and stuck the bandaid over the little marks in her neck and then went to her closet, pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants. Evie neatly folded them and put them on the nightstand beside her bed, and pulled the switchblade from her pocket and laid it on top.

Her bed wasn't made, so there was just loose blankets everywhere. She took one of them and pulled it over the woman. The light in the room was dim, due to the only lighting being some fairy lights on the wall. Evie took one last glance at the woman and then left her room, shutting the door softly behind her.

It was several hours before Salem stirred awake. As she returns to consciousness, she slowly sits upright and rubs her pounding head. Part of her was hoping the events from last night were simply a bad dream. Though, her hope was shattered as she opens her eyes to realize she is in a strange bedroom. "What the...?" This created more questions than answers. If the vampiric woman didn't want to kill her, why not just leave her in a ditch somewhere? Why take her to a room? Is this her room? Or, some compound she holds kidnapped people in? Or, am I just fucking dead??

With her mind racing, Salem slowly gets to her feet. She is still woozy from the blood loss and blinks a few times to gain her bearings. She examines the aspects of the room she is in and notices the neatly folded pile of clothing with her blade rested on top. "What the...?" Salem picks it up and inspects it before slowly setting it back down. Why would she give me this back? Is that suppposed to taunt me? What is this woman's deal?

Looking at the poor state of her current clothes, she decides to put on the sweats laid out for her. She walks to a floor-length mirror on one side of the room and gingerly slips off her shirt from last night. There is significant bruising along the sides of her arms and along her spine from being slammed against the wall and restrained by the vampire during her struggles. Salem also notices the small adhesive bandage on her neck and gently runs a finger across it. "...What did you just get yourself into?" She quietly asks herself as she changes into the clean clothes and tosses the old ones in a corner of the room. This strange vampire woman was an enigma to her. She was predatory but strangely also somewhat kind? Salem is confused by it, but will also try to utilize this woman's nature to the best of her advantage.

After getting dressed, she walks to the door and turns the knob to see if she is locked inside this room.