"It's a pity, really. You would have made such an interesting childe. But, as we both know, neither you nor the powers you serve, will allow you to Change." Dominque said, as he walked around the tied up figure on the chair.
"Nor would I ever want to be one of you." She spit.
He sighed, "And you have been such a worthy oponent, ...pity it must end. Imagine over the centuries the games we could have played..."
"I'm through playing games, soon enough you will burn, blood sucker!" She yelled at him.
He smiled, showing his fangs.
"I ...think not." Dominque drew on his power, and tendrils of shadowstuff rose up, and started to choke her.
"At least you will have your reward, ...though I may live centuries more, I am damned, so enjoy your victory."
He said, as she expired, her eyes bulging.