I was not looking for trouble, or stimulation, or even my next temptation, as I prefer to lie low, as they say. So imagine my surprise when it sauntered into my workplace and disturbed everything in her wake. It had been an age since I had tasted real, living blood, and when my inhuman senses got the full effect of her intoxicating scent, her Fate was sealed, and my hunter's eye would nary waver. And come to find my tasty little trinket turns to fire-dancing in her free time just for the thrill of a licking flame, and what is a man to do but set his hooks in her side, and lure her closer? Oh… but the problem with the flame of passion, is that either or both of you will get burned. But when the Vampire meets a fire-dancer's allure, the only real question is… Who bites first?