You Know What I Love About This Restaurant?

A Vampiress in a red silk dress glided into the sushi restaurant, her heels silent on the tatami mat. Her thrall followed—tall, pale, eyes hollow like he'd given up his soul a long time ago.

They took a booth near the back. The other diners glanced up. Eyes lingered. There was something... off. Maybe it was the way she didn’t cast a reflection in the window. Or how the air seemed colder near their table.

The Vampiress smiled without fangs. Yet.

A waitress came over, nervous but trying not to show it. The thrall stared at her neck. The Vampiress gave a small nod.

Moments later, the restaurant erupted in chaos. Screams. Blood. A chopstick clattered to the floor. The thrall was crouched over the waitress, draining her, his hands sticky and shaking with hunger.

Then, the kitchen doors swung open with a bang. A food runner stepped out holding a tray of dragon rolls.

He froze.

The Vampiress looked up from her prey to him, crimson lips curling back above slick fangs, eyes bright like wet rubies.

"You know what I love about this restaurant?" she purred, rising.

She leaned in close, her voice smooth as velvet and twice as deadly.

"It's the service."

She sank her teeth into his throat.

The End.