"The most dangerous you'll ever meet."

"More dangerous than the Black Cat Killer? Aren't they due again?"

"Doctors just say that's just a - predictably timed epidemic. Just a disease."

"Yeah, but that's boring. Plus there's, like, no other recorded disease that behaves that way, and they did a water test back in the seventies that didn't find anything. And, when I was little, I used to have these dreams about a big black cat."

"I did, too."

Dani's eyes get very big. "Oh, cool."

"Were you bitten, in the dream? Right here - " 

She places a hand over her left breast, near but not at the center of her chest - over her heart. 

"I was, yeah."

She's quiet for a long moment. 

"So was I."

"Do you think it's like a witch's curse or something?"

...Hum.

"Maybe we've been marked."

"Ooh." She shivers excitedly.

Tiny, wondering smile. 

"Does that excite you?"

"Well, destiny is romantic. And we just agreed danger is romantic too. So."

"Even if you're destined to be taken by the Black Cat Killer?"

Dreamy sigh. "What a way to go, though..."

She steps closer, until her breath ghosts over Dani's ear. "With me tied to you...." Her voice drops to a husky murmur. "And with death like the emergence of a butterfly from her cocoon, her beauty eclipsing the caterpillar she once was..."

Brrr! "You're a dangerous poet."

"All the best poets are, my lovely caterpillar."

"Dedicated to the metaphor, huh?"

"It's a captivating image."

"I guess," she laughs.

Kiss.

Kiss!!

Her hands cup Dani's face - and then she slides one into her hair and grabs.