When he invited her in and she saw what he was displaying out in the open in his living room, she immediately knew that things weren’t going to work out.
She was an artistic connoisseur, he had nude prints of page three girls up on the wall.
She was a loved of classical music, he was playing Daft Punk.
She read the classics, he had MAD comics on the table.
Nope, no chance at all, she decided, but then he held it out.
“A cup of blood my dear.”
As her fangs protruded Megan smiled, no need to be hasty.