LesVamp: Blood is a Precious Thing

Tansa stood at the window watching the rain, heavy and pounding, as if the gods needed to get the job done before they ran out of time. Bolts of lightning ripped across the sky, and thunder rattled the glass. The fearsome storm mirrored the mixture of grief and rage she felt since hearing of her sister's death.
You may have survived for hundreds of years, Mona, but not a moment more. No one, NO ONE, takes my sister, my love, without payment.
A war between the Dark Fairies and an even darker w...