Without hesitation, you pull the statue from your pocket and swing your arm around so that you can land the marble hard against her temple.
Unfortunately, a combination of it being heavy and your arm being weak, means that your movement is far too sluggish. Or at least it is when you compare it to a vampire's lightning speed.
Without even glancing towards your hand, she smacks the statue away and crushes your chances at immobilizing her.
You look all around for another shot, but Ell has you pinned against the ground, her vampiric strength impossible to fight. She rears up, flashing her fangs which seem to have elongated since you first saw them gleaming in the warm candlelight of the ballroom. Now they are sharp and menacing, threatening to tear out your jugular. Your only hope is that she takes pity on you and makes you into a drone.
When her fangs pierce your skin and the blood seeps into your throat, you have no such expectation of mercy. However, the flash of pain beaming from the two puncture wounds is cut short when Ell pulls away with a disgusted look on her face.
For a moment, you gurgle and splutter as blood bubbles on your lips. You wonder if she's debating whether she should turn you into a servant of the night or instead gain some enjoyment by watching you choke on your own blood. However, given the way her nose scrunches and her lips curl, you doubt she is getting any amusement from witnessing how you flail on the ground. That being said, you aren't completely sure why she's so disgusted. Perhaps she's considering how ugly you must look as you race towards death. It may be a simple thought to have as you stare into the abyss, but you rather your thoughts be lighthearted before your end.
"You've been poisoned," she finally says with a repulsed hiss. "Damn wolf's venom."
That's when you realize your sister's bite may have been accidental, but it also means you can turn into a wolf so long as you are alive by the time the venom can transform you. Your lips twitch with a meager smile as you desperately search for signs that your life as a lycan is drawing near.
"We won't be having that," mutters Ell before she reaches out and snaps your neck.
It's a quick death. At least she did show you some mercy in the end.
***
You've found one of the unsuccessful endings for this branch of the story... Why not go back and see what happens when you are able to fend off Ell?