It laughed at her and licked her blood from Wanda's fingernails. "Why don't you make me?" Rising from the bed it approached her but paused, turning to rifle through a trunk in a corner. "You could always kill her," the demon suggested blithely. "It's what you're besssst at, isn't it? Once a murderer, always a murderer." With its search finished it turned back to Jessica, a silver knife held clutched in a hand. Holding it up with a smile, it stabbed the knife into Wanda's hand and let the woman have control again. Wanda shrieked in pain, staring from her hand and then across the room to Jessica, confusion on her face.