She struggled, now, the knife gripped in her hand tightly, and she brought it down. If she could just... he was so human, just a good, hard jab to the throat and he'd be out in seconds. It might even be slow enough to get in a few minutes for a bit more fun before he bit the durst completely.

"You would- oh, you would- they all do, eventual- Agh!" Her breath came out in a pant, and her grip on the knife slackened. Fuck. Fuck that Latin. Fucking sweet god- the feeling of being ripped from a vessel, of hell-fire spreading up her spine- her grip loosened and the knife slid out, falling to the floor beside his neck. "They'll hate you! They'll all hate you!"