Pretty, really. That long, thin little trail, spilling down her smooth-shaved skin, starkly red against her pallor. I am leaving a trail, I am Gretel! And fuck, she had been, little splashes in her wake like a line of candy. Bite-sized berry-red gumdrops. Claudia can't get her mind off Madeleine's blood.

Madeleine shifts from one leg to the other, uncharacteristic of the vampire she’s meant to behave as. The leftover blood in her from the night before throbs. A steady trickle of it begins its descent downwards within her. Danger is her favorite aphrodisiac.

Claudia used the change from her collection of motorcyclists to buy Madeleine a pair of heels that made her legs look long and beautiful. “How do I look?” she asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Claudia wanted to pin her up on her wall. “Tall,” she said. “No man will ever date you.”

Claudia and Madeleine have moved to Nice, France after leaving the coven behind. On a hunt like any other, things go awry.

Before Madeleine gets turned into a vampire, they talk.

As Claudia and Madeleine navigate the beginnings of their eternal life together, Claudia struggles to reconcile her sexuality with her eternally youthful body. Madeleine has an idea that might help.