by Amrita Valan
She waited in the honeymoon suite for his discreet knock on the door, which meant he had
seen off the last of their guests.
The quiet tap! Tap! Tap! Rose in a crescendo as she opened the door, blushing. The hallway
was empty, as she peered outside, a cold draft tickled her spine. Her groom was standing, or
rather hovering on the window ledge, about to step in. Was he wearing lipstick? Her heart
crumpled like a dead animal as he leapt lightly in, wiping off crimson drool dribbling
down his chin.
“Alone at last!”, white fangs glittering he snarled.