PrimaMateria

Fatima had an immense amount of time to think being over three hundred years old. When she wasn't administering her own version of justice, preternatural style, she was thinking of only one other being: Pero Franco, her sire and her lover. Although she'd hadn't lain sight on him in over two hundred years, her love for him still ruled over everything. Pero's disappearing act turned her into the cold vampyre she was, and only Pero could save her from her loneliness. A part of her wanted to tear him limb from limb, and the other wanted to caress every inch of his skin. Can Fatima find peace once she comes face to face of the one that created her and abandoned her?