Pomegranate

Camila, knows that vampires aren't real, know they died out before Colombus even touched the shores of America, knows it as much as the European wolf warring with her Mayan blood.

She knows.

But what about the story?

'That' story.

The story her grandfather would entrall his children with, of how he was snatched in the teeth of a hunter's trap, when a vampire came out of the woods, with silver eyes and pale hair, gave him a kiss soaked with the blood of a poacher, and saved him with a drop of his black blood.

But that's just a story.

Right?