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their own cottage, a mom, dad and 2.5 kids. They even had a golden retriever for crying out loud! Danielle took a quick look around for the cameras, knowing that she was basically performing for herself. Nobody else was there to share the joke of her inner monologue. An odd pain touched her heart and she rubbed it absently. The postcard family and dream beach setting were a vision of everything she would never have.
    She rolled her shoulder and reached for her lemon drops, but she'd left the bag back in her room. The sweets were her only vice, for some reason the flavor had always comforted her. Strange since she wasn't allowed to have candy as a child. With a family full of dentists and medical professionals, a kid was sure to
    She frowned and shook out her towel, trying to get comfortable, and then opened her file.
    "Hello Mr. Danube. Tell me what makes you tick." Every case she took had grown more dangerous than the last with the criminal's rap sheets growing longer and more severe. The challenge had to be there, had to be somewhat difficult to accomplish or she felt cheated. Danielle had committed his image to memory the first time she browsed his file, so flipped instead to his stats. They were very impressive and unusual. 6'6", 287 pounds, black hair, hazel eyes, muscular build. Taking down this guy would definitely be the challenge she was looking for and would earn her a pretty penny; once she'd researched this offer, she'd packed for a war and began the game.
    As the waves crashed against the beach, the breeze grew, fluttering her papers in the folder until she was forced to abandon the whole file under her towel. She paper clipped Mr. Danube's photo to the outside. A picture was worth a thousand words and for some reason, this guy's was rating closer to a million. There could be no mistakes when searching down one of these creeps, so the longer his image was in front of her the better.
    Propping herself up on her elbows she scanned the horizon; the rhythmic waves like a lullaby coaxing her to forget her problems for the day and just relax. She needed the rest; her sleep hadn't been terribly restful of late. Slowly she gave in, laying back and letting her eyes flutter shut.
    " You!" Ana growled as Michael sauntered from the shadows on the balcony.
    " Me it is. Joy to see me isn't it?" he shrugged off his long coat and strolled to the twitching vampire draped across the bed; blood dripping from the sockets once containing his fangs. "You didn't wait for me. I'm disappointed."
    Ana looked forward to twisting the fangs from Michael's jaw as well. Almost.
    "Come to donate?" Swiping the blade against her thigh, she never took her eyes from Michael. Why did he have to be so beautiful? She wondered who his sire had been, was it a woman who wanted to preserve such a perfect specimen forever? Hatred of the one that turned him took her by surprise.
    "I'll gladly give you my fangs sweetling."
    His grin would melt any woman's bones to mush, but not Ana, she'd seen what his kind did to helpless people. She reminded herself for the thousandth time that he was a vampire; an evil creature of the night. Vampire. Vampire. Vampire…was that a dimple? VAMPIRE!
    "You'll remove them for me then?" She smirked circling the beast. When their eyes met she faltered in her pursuit. They were the color of emeralds with flecks of gold rimming the pupil; if he had only been human. As if in a trance she lowered her weapon slightly and watched as his hand lifted to her neck, the tips of his fingers soothing her. The instant they touched her skin, Ana wanted more; wanted to feel his lean body and every inch of his bare flesh against her own. His body promised pleasure and passion, something which she had never known.
    "Your neck would be very pleasurable for you." He traced her jugular. "But I have to admit, the inner thigh promises the most pleasure." His eyes dropped to the juncture between her legs and instantly she was on fire for him. The ache