"There, amid the endless scorching fields of Andalusia laid her next victim - a young innocent reaper boy. The pursuit was over; the hunt complete. The powerful growling had given way to a contented purr. His rough, sun-kissed skin was carrying the still fresh traces of her nails, sharp as those of a wild cat. They were more than a few new scars. They were her markings. The blood in his veins was throbbing wildly intoxicated by her affectionate caresses. For the unsuspecting boy that was love. For her – the experienced seductress – satisfying her thirst as a predator for prey.