Bite Me Twice

by J.S. Jasper

Scarlett likes a fight. She likes when men walk up to her with a predatory smirk, as if she can’t end their life without breaking a sweat.

Usually, Scarlett doesn’t kill people. She’s classy. She bites them, then wipes their memory and leaves. It’s called having standards.

Mainly because the sun is rising properly now. So, soon, she will literally burst into flames. A shame, really—she likes this jacket.

It feels like I already know her. Like if you told me I’d fallen in love with her years ago and I’d forgotten, I’d believe you. My brain forgot, but my heart didn’t.”

“A lifetime with you would be enough for me,” Scarlett mutters. “It’s the eternity without you I couldn’t stand.”