The Immortal Gift

Marina and Cherry were tight. So tight that Marina dragged her girl Clemence in for a double dinner with Cherry’s wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing Nata. What neither human guessed was that both dates were vampires pretending to bleed red. All afternoon Marina and Clemence hustled around the kitchen—wine breathing, pasta bubbling—while the vampires plotted to keep the night normal. The second Nata walked in with Cherry that lie blew up; the two immortal creeps locked eyes across the table and the air got thick with fang-on-fang tension. Smiles cracked at the edges. Forks shook. As dinner dragged on, civil chit-chat curdled into threats. Finally Nata and Clemence ditched the masks: in one swift bite they pumped immortal fire into their girls’ necks, flipping the switch on every heartbeat in the room. From “nice to meet you” to “you’re mine forever” in under three courses. That’s vampire love: fast, filthy, and forever.