She was a 13th generation Spellbinder, a powerful sorceress in her own right. Family tradition dictated that she marry or at least produce an heir before her 19th birthday. The only problem was the utter dearth of men in her village. At 18 years of age, Seraphima stood 5'9" with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Her body was the envy of many: long legs and curves in all the right places.
Seraphima was feeling especially horny one night. "What can I do?" Totally exasperated, she stopped reading and went to change and go to bed. She glanced out her window and saw a tall, dark man in a cape staring back at her. The moon rose high in the night sky. The wind ran through his hair carelessly. His silver eyes raked over her body and he smiled. Seraphima shivered. As the wind blew back his cape, Seraphima glimpsed a finely muscled body and a rather large bulge in his breeches. Seraphima smiled when she saw this. The stranger beckoned to her. Seraphima felt herself jerk to her feet and start to move around the table. "But I didn't even intend to...oh my god." Seraphima looked up sharply.
The stranger merely nodded. "Come to me Seraphima. I know you've been longing for me. Come to me and you shall have an heir." His voice echoed soothingly around her head. As much as she tried to stop it, she couldn't stop walking towards the door. "No, this can't be...I won't" Seraphima threw herself into his mind and found it locked to her. "It can only...it can't be...it's him...Lucian...please don't." Lucian smiled, his silver eyes sparkling, "Ahhh Seraphima." Fangs glinted in the bright moonlight. "Lucian, no, please..."