With deliberate calm Rose had sauntered towards the infatuated couple reclining on the park bench. Young, healthy, their vibrant blood would nourish her will for another night of pleasure and pain. Or would have had he not chosen to intervene and warn them to run. They had not believed until his fangs glinted in the full moonlight and heard her promises of ultimate bliss. For this night Rose would let them go and instead seek him as he tried to lure her back to his side once again.
By Rose Dewy Knickers, October 1st, 2008