KISS OF DEATH

Love sucks. I particularly hate it when I hear the term, 'and they lived happily ever after." This isn't true for my kind of vampire. I've being in love so many times, it just never works out. I was born with a curse. My kind is well known for our wonderful venom and we are juxtaposed; we can love deeply but as soon as we kiss another, they die. It's in the genes. Then one day I sparkled like an enchanted princess (with fangs), enough that a certain gentleman noticed and he had a certain gene problem too. Who knew? Who knew that polar opposites, genetically, can attract. So here's our story... I hope you enjoy!