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Prologue
Both Natasha and Andre had lived for over five hundred years, having been turned by the same sire, Morgan and although they had tried to live apart several times, they had always come together again, re-igniting their passion for each other in a conflagration that had threatened to destroy whole cities as they not only made love passionately but took life violently too, confirming those traits in each other that they admired the most – the ruthless search for blood, the ability to hunt out prey that they knew the other liked the most and a good sense of humour.
They had been separated now for almost seventy years, ever since Natasha had decided to fight with the British and Andre had chosen the Germans in what had come to be known as the Second World War.
They had had philosophical differences regarding who was right and wrong in the war – while Natasha had maintained that hunting for prey one or two at a time was one thing, wholesale extermination of entire races was completely unacceptable, Andre had pointed out that together they had probably decimated whole races in their own right over the course of their existence as vampires – and had fought on the side of those whose cause they had championed.
Although they had kept tabs on each other, they had not made contact; it had been just too painful for them – for example, Andre knew that Natasha was now living in Manchester, England and Natasha knew that Andre had made his way to Cannes in France. Although only around 1000 miles seperated them, it felt like the gulf between worlds; uncrossable and neither was willing to make the first move – all this was about to change and their meeting would be explosive!
This is only the prologue and I will be working on other chapters as I go...if you think this story sounds interesting, please review.