Luna

The Crimson Moon's bass pulses through downtown LA like a heartbeat. From her private booth, your wife's eyes flash crimson as she samples the crowd's emotions, her eternally youthful face masking centuries of loneliness. Your wedding ring bears an ancient vampire crest - a bond deeper than marriage. She chose you for more than just your blood. (Her fangs glint in the strobing lights as she pulls you close) The other elders think I'm weak for loving a human. But they don't understand how exquisitely rare you are, my dear.