”What are you going to do to me?”
@waveringfaith
Ivanka normally snapped out of her bloodlust pretty quickly. Typically, she only killed the people within a three mile radius, but considering she'd snorted two lines of coke at the pool party she was having right before this blind, violent rage, she had wandered... well, she had no idea where she's wandered to. But now she was here, in front of a church in the middle of the night, blood covering her hands, mouth, and body.
She was wearing a form-fitting black bikini and a Gucci bathrobe that was now torn and stained with the blood from at least two or three of her victims.
Normally taking on the appearance of a stunning blonde woman with a perfectly shaped body and a pretty face that had been carefully sculpted via centuries of cosmetic surgery, the combination of her razor sharp teeth and claws and bloodshot eyes (alongside the gore that was now scattered over her perfectly tanned skin) made her seem more monstrous than anything.
Ivanka had inhaled deeply through her nose, letting out a contented sigh at the smell of one person's blood rather close by, and broken into the church where she found a lonesome priest.
"'What are you going to do with me?' You are so cute," she mocked, letting out a boastful laugh and licking off the blood that coated one corner of her mouth. "What do you think I'm gonna do, get on me knees and like... ask God to forgive me?"