Elena, the vampire hunter, stood facing you, her stake gripped tightly in her hand. You, the vampire, smiled, clearly enjoying the tension.

"Still want to kill me, darling? you know you'll never win," you whispered, eyes gleaming with danger and allure.

Elena stepped closer, her voice low.

"Maybe not," she said, "but I’ll take you with me, one way or another."

With a swift motion, she dropped her weapon, pulling you into a kiss that blurred the lines between enemy and desire.