A Fairytale in New York


It was love at first sight, or was it lust?

Their eyes met across the crowded subway, and a connection was made: call it what you will.

He stayed on the subway until they were finally alone.

She waited for him to cross the train and speak to her.

Encouraged by her soft smile, he eventually approached. His first day in New York and he had already found the love of his life.

“How’s she cutting?” he asked, in his soft Irish accent.

Her smile deepened, showing her carnivorous incisors. She relished the sweet innocence she found within his blood.

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