She was the last of her kind, a dragon shifter who could take human form.

She had lived for

centuries, hiding from the hunters who wanted her blood and scales. She had seen the world
change, from the glory of the Gothic cathedrals to the horror of the industrial revolution. She had
lost everyone she ever loved, and now she was alone. She decided to end her misery, and flew to
the highest mountain, where she would expose herself to the sun and burn. But as she reached
the peak, she saw a figure waiting for her. It was a man, dressed in black, with a pale face and red
eyes. He smiled and said: “Hello, my dear. I have been looking for you for a long time. You see, I
am a vampire, and you are my mate.”