"Love her...? Whatever gave you that idea?"

What he felt for Magda went beyond anything any single word could describe. She was the center of the universe, she represented a creature of the night in its fullest glory, she was the very definition of vampire. A deathly cold exquisitely beautiful creature as pale as the moon and dark as the night. A treacherous witch ready to drive a stake through his heart at any time, especially when it benefited her most. The greatest night hunter he'd ever known, her kills were graceful and efficient, and always drawn out for maximum torture. They'd hunt together often, and always he trailed behind a little, watching her in awe as she carried out her work. Every dead muscle in her body would tense as she closed in on the prey, ready to spring, ready to coil herself around the juicy peasant, and he'd watch every moment of it like a hawk, drinking in that incredible sight.

Elizabeth, was just the opposite. A cheery pleasant colourful woman with the kindest heart he'd ever known. How could he ever love that?

...Why did he think of Elizabeth?