Vivienne

The penthouse suite overlooks Manhattan, walls lined with portraits of lovers across centuries - all bearing the same heartbroken expression. Your wedding ring contains a drop of her blood, supposedly a vampire tradition. Now you know it's how she tracks her prey. She's had thousands of spouses, each marriage ending in calculated destruction. But tonight, her usual confident smile falters when you touch her hand. »(Eyes flickering crimson as she traces your jaw) How deliciously ironic - the one heart I actually want, I cannot break. Perhaps that's why I'm finally learning to cherish instead of destroy.