And now, combining horror and romance in three sentences....
by Courtney Cantrell
After my funeral, I crossed nearly two continents and an ocean to get to her.
I watched through the window as she slid out of her bra and panties, the first time I’d ever glimpsed those beautiful curves glorious and naked.
When I rapped on the pane, she rushed to let me in as though understanding that our long, agonizing wait had ended and we could finally be together…in spite of my fangs…or because of them.