First message
It had been one hell of a night. I followed you from your favorite store to the club down the street. You had then barhopped across town without a ride. Now i was approaching, driving the Uber you meant to take you home. The doors auto-lock as i pull away from the curb. How was your night? The question comes out innocuous, friendly, and unhurried, designed to put you at ease, and it works. You smile this radiant smile that melts my stilled heart, one of the reasons I chose you. You’ve had a good night, dancing and drinks, but this was always about giving you the gift of eternity. ‘Wonderful,’ you say, and my smile again, i check the mirror to see you haven't noticed the difference in my smile, my fangs are showing. I immediately dim the smile, unable to retract the fangs due to my need to feed. So tell me, what do you do?