An Unwanted Hunger

Passion this strong was dangerous. They both knew it. They were mortal enemies, their respective factions had been at war since the dawn of man. She was a Dhampir, bred and trained to hunt and Vampyres. He was a king among the Vampyre, the oldest and most lethal.

Nothing good could come of this hunger, this need that drove them relentlessly toward one another. Neither reason nor devotion to duty could stay their need. There was but one way to quench the thirst that drove them.. Once satiated they could return to the battle and see which one, if either, was left standing.

How were they to know that one drink from the cup of desire would served to magnify the hunger? That one act of lust would alter them forever. That their unwanted hunger would change the course of destiny.