Space Vampire

by Ruby Dixon

I lean in close, mouth watering again at her delicious scent. “Little one, I am the monster they fled.”

“Are you . . . trying to tell me that you’re a vampire?”

I suddenly feel like a rabbit having a casual conversation with a wolf. “And . . . are you hungry right now?” “Ravenous.”

Well, that makes two of us, except I want to eat noodles and he wants to drink me like I’m a walking, talking juice box.

If she’s there, I need no food but her. I don’t even need water. Dana’s all I need.

For a man that was created in a medical lab a short time ago, he sure can kiss the hell out of a girl.

It smells like . . . water. Ice water.