Blood drips from his mouth into the champagne glass,
sending swirling scarlet among the bubbles.
The girl tastes it,
savoring the strong warmth,
Light images, his memories flicker in her mind:
Him as a little boy.
Him sailing a boat.
Him drinking blood from his first human, an ex-girlfriend.
Pricking her finger,
she stirs her own blood in.
The man dips his tongue,
relishing the sweet flowery taste.
Her memories blossom in his mind:
Her dancing alone across a giant stage.
Her being made fun of for her pale skin.
Her first kiss, sloppy and unprepared.
His fangs grow. “Let’s drink from our veins.”