Allister cursed and started to chase after her, but he couldn't run around the mansion in the nude, and his clothing took a bit more effort to put back on than hers. Knowing he wouldn't be able to catch her, he busied himself cleaning the scene. With any luck, he would be able to deny that anything had happened... well, he probably couldn't cover up the doctor's death. But he did managed to place the deceased man on Sylvia's bed, removing his pants. Even after death, the doctor's manhood was still firm, and considering the rest of the stains on the bed, it would probably look like he had slept with Sylvia. Allister, on the other hand, would be diligently working in the kitchen when they arrived at the scene.
If he was very lucky, Victor would believe his eyes over his sister, but Allister had to prepare for the worst. Can a succubus even be killed with a knife?
Her brother looked up from his desk as his sister approached. He had been doing some of the menial financial work involved in maintaining such a large estate. His sister looked very upset, and his face clouded with concern. "What's wrong, Sylvia?"