After taking a day off, Joan was ready to take on another request. It was from the same guy she had been working with lately -- Bishop Santos. Slowly, she was gaining his trust, but since he had a bunch of subordinates probably, she would actually have to try to get his attention, for her own reasons of course. It was not related to the requests she took from him. She decided not to think too much about this at the moment since the task she was supposed to do this time was different from the other requests she had taken from him. She was not just supposed to kill people. Well, there was no killing involved altogether, except the killing of a chicken. In this job, she was supposed to make it seem like the targets were doing some demonic activity or whatever. It was going to be boring, but she hoped that something came up. After all this was supposed to be done in secret, so she would have to hush anyone who spotted her, by killing them. The thought of this made her smile. She was not going to make herself seen on purpose of course. No way. Her lips turned into a smirk as she poured herself a cup of lemon juice. Apart from coffee, she was really obsessed with lemon juice. Ever since she came back from the coma, she barely had any water intake. She normally drank coffee or lemon juice. Both of those kept her alert most of the time.

She was still in her inn room. She was not supposed to leave until it was pretty late, when people would be asleep or whatever. To do this job in secret, she needed people to be asleep anyway. The targets in this mission were families living on the farms, so she would have to go there first. She did not bother finding a carriage or something. She simply walked there, wearing the same jacket she wore the other days. It was already hard to spot her. Add the silence to her actions on top of that. There was no way people would see her unless they were directly seeing her, if that made sense. Because she kept to the shadows and walked in darkness, she was kind of certain that she was concealed from sight. Even though there was not really anyone to see her in the first place. She reached the farmer marsh after a while of walking from her inn. It was further than the abandoned streets where she did her previous jobs. She was supposed to visit three farms, so she started to look for the first one. She did not really have to go in a specific order. Joan came to one of the farms and picked up a chicken, quickly breaking off its head before it could make a sound. With a sigh and an annoyed expression, she headed into the house. She was out here, killing farm chickens.

As Joan proceeded into the house, she made sure that she could not be heard at all. It seemed like everyone was actually asleep, so she took her time to do what she was about to do next. She stepped into the bedroom of the detained man and dipped her hand into the blood of the chicken, which was disgusting. Yes, she was a vampyre, but she did not drink animal blood. It did not satisfy her like human blood did. She then started to draw some things that would make it seem like the detained man was involved in demonic activity. She knew some symbols and letters that they used, so she did her best to make it look real. After, that she left the house. She did not wake anyone up, so she proceeded to bury the chicken somewhere far from the house so that no one would suspect anything. Now that she was done with the first farm, she headed to the second farm. This time she would not have to kill and bury any more farm animals. The vampyress went down to the basement of the house and looked around for things she could use. She found some candles and old books, which gave her an idea. She arranged the candles in a circle and opened up one of the books. It was huge and heavy and had dust all over it. Placing it in the center of the circle, she clapped off the dust on her hands.

Now it was time to head to the last farm. Since it was the last one, she wanted it to be over quickly. Heading over the location, she looked around to see if anyone had shown up. To her dismay, no one was there. If anyone showed up, she would have to kill them, which was obviously why she was hoping that someone was there. She did not stand around to wait any longer than three minutes because her work was not done yet. So she proceeded to the last farm and came to it eventually. It looked like she was going to finish this mission with no killing, expect for the chicken. She entered through the front door, since she figured that no one was going to be awake anyways. That was when she was wrong. As she opened the door, she came face to face with a woman. She took no time and did not hesitate to kill her. She reached for her mouth to cover as she twisted her neck quickly. Before she could drop to the floor and make a noise, she carried her away from the house and buried her first. Then she went back to the house, a small smile on her face. She had sunk her teeth into her neck before she was buried and even dipped her hand into the blood that was spewing out from her neck. Back in the house she killed the woman in, Joan got creative.