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the tree; she would never survive the fall. Perhaps she knew he would save her. Before her body reached the base of the tree he was there, waiting for her with outstretched arms, then caught her easily. It had been a mistake. The instant their bodies collided, the urge overtook him. His fangs ached and grew as he held her curves against him.
    Ana had felt it too, of that he was sure. The way she pressed her breasts against him a fraction, the way her fingers splayed across his chest. She enjoyed the feel of him against her as much as he did. But his fangs longed to sink into her flesh, to make her his forever…
    “ Don’t…” she whispered, breaking the spell she cast on him.
    “ Until we meet again.” He said as he placed her feet on the ground then disappeared. If he had stayed, she wouldn’t have had the choice, he would have torn her decision from her as he pierced her skin, drinking the sweet nectar her body provided.
    He traced all over the world, to places that he’d gone and enjoyed – places he’d lost himself in trying to forget her. But it was no use. She was his addiction and he couldn’t deny her.
    Finding her again had been easy; the sight of her lifeless body, however, had destroyed him.
    Michael laid his head back against the pillow remembering another encounter with Ana all too well; the feel of her in his arms, the scent that lingered on his clothes from her body being pressed to his, and then the dried blood running tracks down her body as she lay dead in the ravine, finding her alive again and again only to lose her again and again. This time would be the last; if she lived – he wouldn’t give her the choice – he would save her.
     
    Screeching tires woke Danielle as the plane rumbled down the tarmac, waking her from another strange dream. They were coming more frequently now, but she chalked it up to her life's turmoil lately. With back-to-back bounties and her mother's illness, her mind had been spinning out of control. Never in her life had she had such vivid dreams and somehow she felt truly connected to them, not just her subconscious filling her head with a collage of memories from movies or what-not.
    She kept tabs on the last living member of her family through a friend from college. They had both majored in criminal psychology and as far as Jamie knew, they had both moved on to careers in private investigation. She received a quarterly report detailing the mundane and life-changing events in her mother's world. The last had been short and to the point, just like Jamie.
    Edna Hawken has been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer; prognosis, six to eight weeks life expectancy. No other changes.
    The note had also included an unusual question that Danielle ignored.
    How are you?
    She wanted to keep Jamie at a distance. The fact that they had continued contact after college had always felt like a bad idea. He was almost a friend , and Danielle didn't keep friends. Best to keep these exchanges completely professional, besides, most people who ask that question don't expect the truth anyway; it was there way of being nice. Yet Jamie had known their situation; known the way she wanted to keep things very impersonal. So why did he have to go and ruin it? No matter, she ignored the question anyway.
    As the plane rolled to a stop, she gathered the folder containing her next bounty and wiped the sleep from her eyes. The flight to Vanuatu from Sydney hadn't been unbearable and had let her catch up on paperwork until the last hour when her mind was too exhausted to stay coherent. Hopefully she'd find her mark and be headed back to the states before the night was out, not likely but being on such a tiny island it might be nice to take a breather.
    "Thank you for flying with us." The flight attendant repeated herself to each customer crammed down the aisle, so Danielle decided to wait out the rush. With any luck, the attendant would lose her voice by the time it was Danielle's turn to leave the