Miranda Coleman was brought up knowing she was the most beautiful of all female creatures. She believed it with all that she was. Life threatened as life will do and she sought out the succubus the legends told about among her people.
She found him hidden in his library amidst his books and looked up seemingly surprised at his little visitor. He played coy with her, drew her into his web of deviousness and just when she thought she had him played he showed her who and what he was, changing her forever in heart, mind, and soul. Not her body, though, he hardly marred an inch of her flesh save for the two punctures he cleverly inserted into her throat to draw forth from her the mortality she sought to shed.
When she woke she was his and he took great pleasure in the ownership of such a fine catch. He taught her his ways, grew pleased with the way she had developed in the art of seduction. And her kills were clean, the cleanest he'd ever seen. In all those that he'd sired only she could slit a throat, drink the body dry and not have a speck of blood upon her fine features. Of course, that had to do with the slick way of convincing the victim she was the only escape, the light and the truth, and most of them fell to her vices like lambs to the butcher's blade.