Our date begins as I find her out in the street, several blocks from where we agreed to meet, already ears-deep into a fresh victim.
"Oh, honey, I thought we were going out to eat," I say. "You went and filled up like this? That's okay, I'm sorry I mentioned it. I love you. Let's skip the restaurant and go straight to the theater, okay?"
"Bllarrgl," she says, bits of viscera dripping off her chin as she raises her head. When I see the way the streetlights shine off the fresh gore on her face, the way the hole where her nose used to be complements her glazed, rheumy eyes, I fall in love all over again. I know looks aren't everything, but damn my lady is HOT.
"Hnff. Grhuuk. URRAAGGR!" She continues, running toward me, arms outstretched, mouth wide open. She's always so enthusiastic in her affections. I'm still covered with love bites from the other night, but it seems she didn't get enough.
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And so forth. Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and.... not do that.