She prowled the night, thirsty for blood. He shambled, hungry for the brains lacking in his own wounded skull. They “met cute” among headstones and when they kissed her fangs nicked his lip. The metaphor delighted them, but making an undead life together proved challenging. Raising a family was easier.
Illustrated by Jason Viola of ManateePower.com
Story originally published on April 4, 2011
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