“Mmm Mmm… Aren’t you just a tall drink of fresh bloodâ€? She said to Him, her eyes heavy lidded with her right hip jutted out, her closed fist resting on the bone. A lazy smile crept across her face, curling back her thick red lips to show teeth so white they shone like sun-bleached bone, and amongst them; two sets of sharpened canines.

But that’s not what he saw. To His eyes – she was a sunny summer afternoon made flesh and human. Christmas morning and your first mind blowing orgasm all contained with in the sweetest, darkest honey amber skin you could imagine. It was almost like she shimmered with the promise of pleasure mixed with the finest hint of violence, the guarantee of bloodshed. This beautiful game that if you played, it might be the best time you’ve ever had or it could kill you. “What a rush!â€?He thought to himself as he felt his mouth water with anticipation.