Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted. and now Nadia was fleeing in the hopes of regrouping and rethinking her plans. The dark woods she was scampering through were stock full of traps pre-laid out for her downfall. The vampire leaped from branch to branch with a strange litheness to her form, she could feel the cold night's air billowing through her black curls, tossing them in front of her face as she took the chance to look back. Were they still chasing her? Were their guns drawn? Were they losing her trail--

A grotesque wet slashing noise was heard and her body plummetted to the ground. Kneeling in place as her head slowly rolled right off her shoulders. High above was the thinnest wire, soaked in the black ichor that could only make up as her blood for lack of a better word. She watched momentarily as she rolled away from the rest of her form, seeing how her shoulders slouched before collapsing forward onto the ground--a mess of a body. Nadia watched as her manicured nails twitched, clawing at the old Earth before relaxing and her eyes grew heavy. The darkness was all-encompassing, she felt nothing, but everything all at once. It was like her nerves were set on fire and mercifully burned away, so she could feel nothing as the cold darkness took over her vision. She knew it was coming and there was nothing else to stop Death's cold, chilling gaze back at her.

About twenty minutes later, her eyes shot open and she pushed herself up from the pile of leaves she'd faceplanted from. The sun was rising, she could feel it's warmth on her back and she brushed her hand across her neck. Not an incision or mark was left behind. When she looked back, she saw the half-dazed expression on her face in front of her. The light was long gone from her bodyless head, leaves, and forest tangled in the familiar nest of curls.

Perhaps one was supposed to feel more devastated or more in panic at seeing their decapitated head. It rolled off Nadia's shoulders, well, like her old head had. Her world had ended plenty of times, countless even, this was no different from what piece she may have left on the other side once she returned. Standing up, flexing her fingers a bit, and kicking--everything seemed to be in working order. Carmine's eyes flashed with mischie, a fanged grin sliding across plush lips.

She kneeled grasping the mess of old curls on the head, the jaw going slack as she stood up in her full height. 

"I'mma beat'em with this..." Grip tightened on the scalp of her old head as she turned on her heel. Fully ready to head back from whence she came--that familiar beat to her cold heart, it was the impossible, it was the challenge, it was the hunt.