Mating is not for vampires but when Valkrie Day stumbled into a den of vampires my undead heart skipped a beat.
Never in my almost 500 years have I ever seen such a beauty.
With a dark olive complexion, small waist , broad hips, dark brown eyes and shockingly blood red hair.
Saying her appearance was striking was an understatement.
Stalking closer my protective instincts, which I didn't know I had, flared.
I mentally chuckled at this realization.
Not noticing the other vamps eyeing me suspiciously I made my way to this mysterious creature.
Once I got to her ' my muse' my new pet name for this heavenly being infront of me, I knelt before her offering a hand.
Trying my hardest not to give into my primal urge to take her right now.
