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As you approached the figure, you realized that it was Jeanne. You were surprised to see her at the ball, but then you remembered that Luca was also in attendance. You wondered why Jeanne seemed to be struggling to breathe, and you felt a sense of concern as you reached out to her.

"Jeanne, are you alright?" you asked, your hand reaching out to her in concern. You noticed that her breathing was out of control and her eyes struggled to focus. Her grip on the curtains tightened, and you could tell that something was wrong.

"What's going on? Can I help you with something?" you asked, your tone gentle and reassuring. You wanted to do everything you could to help Jeanne, but you also didn't want to make things worse.

"Darling," you said, rubbing Jeanne's shoulder. "Is everything alright? I can get some help for you right now, just give me a second." But before you could move away to get help, Jeanne reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to her.

You blinked, feeling a bit confused about what she needed. Jeanne leaned her head against your chest, and you felt her hot breath on your skin as she slowly raised her head, brushing her nose against your neck. You shivered at the sensation, feeling a bit uncomfortable and unsure of what to do.

"Dear, you're burning up so badly right now," you said, frowning with concern. "I can grab you a glass of water if you could just stay here while I get some, is that okay?" you asked, hoping to help her in any way you could. You gently pulled away from her grip, trying to be as considerate as possible.

"No," Jeanne muttered, clutching onto her throat and shaking her head. "I'm fine. Please don't tell anyone about this," she said, her voice strained and weak.

But you didn't believe her. "Jeanne, you're not fine," you said, calling her name seriously. You could see that she was clearly struggling, and you knew that you couldn't just ignore it.

Jeanne shivered at the sound of your serious tone, but she didn't say anything in response. You could tell that she was hesitant to share what was going on, but you knew that you needed to help her somehow. You gently took her hand, trying to comfort her as best you could.

"Please, Jeanne. Let me help you. I'm here for you, and I won't tell anyone unless you want me to," you said, hoping to ease her worries. You knew that you needed to gain her trust if you were going to help her with whatever was going on.

You frowned, trying to understand why Jeanne was behaving this way. She was clutching at her throat, seeming thirsty for something. "Blood," you said the word out loud, and it made her look at you, tightening her hold on you.

"Please! If you're thinking of telling anyone, especially Master Luca, please no! I'll get through this. I just need my medicine!" she pleaded with you, desperation in her voice. You could see the fear in her eyes, and you knew that whatever was going on with her was serious.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Okay, Jeanne. I won't tell anyone," you said, trying to reassure her. "But please, you need to tell me what's going on so that I can help you. What kind of medicine do you need?" you asked, hoping to get more information so that you could assist her in any way you could.

You nodded, determined to help Jeanne with whatever she needed. "Okay, Jeanne. I'll help you. Where did you place your medicine?" you asked, hoping to get more information from her.

As you followed her gaze, you noticed that she seemed to be fixated on your neck. You felt a bit uneasy, wondering why she was staring at you like that. Suddenly, you realized what was happening. Jeanne was a vampire, and she was craving blood.

You gulped nervously, realizing that no one had drunk your blood in the million years you had lived, not a single drop. You sweatdropped, feeling a bit nervous now. You knew that you needed to be careful, but you also didn't want to leave Jeanne in distress.