Inspired by a character from one of my novels, she is beauty personified by tragedy. Left for dead in her old life, broken used and forgotten, she reached out in her final moments begging for compassion as her life left her. her hand seized by a unknown figure who offered her a second chance to be more that a forgotten body on the floor of a brothel. "Do you want life?" He asked. Her reply needed no words as she breathed her last mortal breath. The result was to awaken with a new visage of death as life, and the eternal craving for the very essence of life itself, Blood. She comes now elevated above a simple harlot as a noble woman. She still offers kisses to those brave enough to accept her crimson lips. Tell me, are you?