"Ah, Sweet Love" by Rachel Day

I can see that she isn't too fond of vampires, either! ^.^ Looks like someone's gonna get a knife in the throat.

Very well done, lots of expression and idea-conveyance-stuff-that-I-suck-at.

Rachel Day replies: "Knife in the throat. Or the side. Or the arm. Whichever's handiest. I'm happy it meets with approval. *salutes*"

He's still a pretty sexy vampire though mmmhmmm I'd like to take a bite out of him

Rachel Day replies: "Oh, he's sexy. He'll look great at the funeral."

I so love that dress and colours!!!!!

Rachel Day replies: "Thanks! I know I'd love to have that dress."

Great storytelling picture here; I get the impression that maybe she's like a Slayer who's been sent to dispatch him, but now that the moment has come, does she have to will to resist and finish the job?
Her dress design is pretty cool. The pose here is similar to your 'Master and Pupil' picture.

Rachel Day replies: "I like your take on it. I hope she has the will to kill him...not that I'm taking sides. I also noticed the similarity with "Master and Pupil" after I uploaded this. There's probably some deeper meaning behind my repeating it, but I don't know what it is."

Great pic!! I love the poses... how he touches her neck, and how she's reaching for the dagger XD I also love the expressions and the colourschemes you've used... and, well, just the whole pic

Great job!!

Rachel Day replies: "Thanks! I'm happy you like all the gestures -I wanted them to create a story without my having to write in a caption."

Oooh she's a sugar babe
all candy colours ...
Love her dress and her face
the boy is pretty too
is she gonna stab him ?
Good drawing , its a nice style and the proportions of the figures are very pleasing

Rachel Day replies: "Is she gonna stab him? As soon as she gets the chance..."

I see you all who have commented this think that she should stab him, but I am fond on vampires.
And all stories I ever read about vampires, humans are just stupid if they think that they can stab vampires and be the cunning ones. Vampires have good reflexes and lots of power.
Anyway, I’ll say that if her knife wont meet his heart by the first stab, it is too late to try again!

BLOODY Brilliant!!! HA HA evil laugh!

Some vamps are wonderful people, but perhaps this one deserves it ! I love her dress, maybe i could borrow it...like, forever?!?

crap, i have another story in my head! i’ll let you finish this excerpt off....
"His hands caressed her neck, his cold cheek touching her throbbing throat. His icy breath washed over her shoulders and collar-bone, making her shiver. He took it as a sign of fear and licked his lips n anticipation. Her hands curled around his waist to the table, groping for the knife. Her arms around his waist startled him, making him rethink his plans quickly. She wasn’t like all of his other dinners. Did she really want this? A painful death, like so many others? Well, he thought, she didn’t have to die NOW. Maybe after a little fun...
He smiled, not noticing her arms pull back, holding her prize, and turned his face to her throat. He inhaled deeply, drinking in the smell of her flesh and the precious wine held behind the fragile skin. He tested the taste of her skin, running his tongue up and down the side of her neck, and he drew back with a sigh of hunger; it was hasty and quick, ragged. She twitched with disgust, clenching her teeth. His hands slid down from her neck to her waist, his breathing louder and ragged, compared to her’s; she was barley breathing at all.
"You are a lucky girl. I have decide not to kill you...just yet."
She barked a laugh, her arms jerking back to his stomach, her knife clasped in both hands. "I wish I could say the same for you," she grunted as she yanked the knife up, slicing through his gut and up to his throat. His gurgled screech echoed in the candle-lit room, his shadow bobbing as he stumbled, blood of his past dinners pouring from his body. It was black as his dead heart, spilling across the red carpet and dousing some of the candles. She watched with cold eyes as the beast fell to the ground, his strangled moans and growls having no effect on her heart.
When the monster stilled, she stooped and slipped his leather belt out of the loops on his trousers. She held it in her hands, running her eyes up and down the brown surface.
"Nice belt."