~ Esta noche bailamos ~

(Tonight we dance) The dance was always intoxicating. He got off it, simple as that. Watching her, whirl around stake that vamp, kick that one in the head - she was his inspiration.

The words had been a dance - often fast and furious, flying between them. Piercing, pleasure-pain.

Everything about them was a dance. Eternal and everlasting.

It's only the music that changes.

~ Esta noche te doy la bienvenida ~

(Tonight I welcome you) He had been so damned arrogant. So demanding. So damned audacious.

It was the reason why she had been drawn to him. His darkness; his obstinacy.

His words danced in her head - reminding her.

If he hadn't insisted, she wouldn't be in his arms; she wouldn't be with him.

Ultimately it had been up to her - it had to be. There was no other way. He had tossed the gauntlet on the ground, the next move had always been hers. And she did the only thing she knew to do.

Taken up the challenge.

~ Quedate conmigo ~

(Stay with me) She had assured herself that he wasn't like the other one. The one who left her bed in the middle of the night. He couldn't be - as he had tauntingly reminded her - he was already evil.

There was no turning back - and she didn't want to turn back.

~ Como te quiero ~

(How I love you)