YOUNG BLOOD (part 1) Once again, he gazed into the mirror, brooding, but its surface revealed nothing but shadows. She was here, he was sure of it. But where? He turned, despondant ... and gasped. His heart hammered in his chest. The vampire was but a breath away, naked in the candlelight, her body evocative of dreams unrealised. She moved; muscles rippled seductively in time to silent music. Her gaze captured his, penetrating, hypnotic, untoward. Her voice was a soft lilt of filtered ash. 'You should not have come' She smiled, allowing her tongue to languorously caress her upper canine. 'But I'm glad you did'