Drained of blood and left to die, Angela Trenton fought against the reality of what had happened to her. But when her body began to fail, she had to accept her fate. The glint of moonlight on metal was all she saw before he slit his jugular vein. His blood poured out at an alarming rate, and he began to draw her to it. She recoiled in horror. He made no attempt to stop the bleeding, but sat patiently, waiting. The smell. The hunger. A rush of pain burst through her chest, as if her very heart was exploding. There would be no more waiting. She closed her eyes and leaned toward him. He embraced her, and guided her, and the moment his blood touched her lips, she became forever wedded to the night.