Destiny

She had come across a piece of art hidden on a wall in a secret corridor that she had found when she was a very young child, and had been told to tell no one about it.

She had wondered if this was because the adults present at the time would have gotten into trouble for exposing her to a version of erotica.

But she had thought that the large painting was very beautiful, and had been fascinated by the intricate details of the man’s facial expression showing his inner conflict and deep love for the woman he was carrying.

She knew that she should be alarmed by the portrayal of blood dripping from his fanged mouth – and the matching bite on the sleeping woman’s neck – but to her, their union seemed to be an amazing love story.