Déjà Vu

Marcellus jaws dropped wide open and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the woman in his office. He'd recognize that scent and face anywhere. 

"Bloody hell!" Were the only thing he could make out as he stared at the female figure in his office when he stepped in. How was she here?! Why was she at Avlon? He gasped, figuring out she was the one he was interviewing.Was she here to seek revenge?!

Nights after nights, Marcellus had tried to purge her blood out of his system. That addictive taste plastered itself in his head and he'd almost attempted to find her on several occasions. Her blood was unlike anything he'd tasted. Rare and intoxicating–not to even mention the pure darkness, the raw power he'd felt in that few seconds he'd drank from her. 

He'd drowned in the oceans of alcohol to forget how good her blood felt on his tongue, how bad his soul craved it, and how h