Infamous: Festival of Blood

"Every Pyre Night, folks in New Marais go certifiably apeshit. They put on costumes, build big old bonfires in the streets and dance around until sunup. Me and my boy, we were there for the last one. We couldn’t even get a beer before folks started howling out for help from beneath the church."

"Those fangers had got him. They'd open up a vein in his neck and started dripping blood into some... matchstick of a corpse. Cole's a Conduit. He's superhuman, and his blood... whew, it did the trick. Man, her bite was like a pit bull with syringes for teeth. The more she drank, the prettier she got."

"Well, my dear, I control you now. In fact, come sunrise, all of your free will will be mine."