Madrid, Spain, Apartamento de Meijia
Year 1820
“By blood they were cursed, and by blood it shall be undone,” a woman lying naked side by side with a man said. Her head rested on his shoulder while a contemplative look on her face showed. She was a beautiful woman, hair of curly brown with gold highlights on the tips, plump lips and a creamy skin.
She straightened after a heavy sigh and elbowed herself up to see his handsome visage. “That’s what my mother said,” she continued.
The man beside her twinkled hope in his eyes and smiled. “I see. Then, does that mean your blood will heal me? Turn me into a human again? We could finally spend time together without fear or reproach?”
He cupped her face with both of his hands and thumbed her pinkish cheeks he admired so much. He waited for her to answer, expecting
