Come now my dear phantom love and dine with me, there’s just one caveat you see. . . as a vampiress there must no light be so our repast you won’t see. . .table manners don’t matter when the eyes are free. You might be wondering what’s on the menu? A lunch of limbs, a platelet platter? And, the venue? Coffin for two? Ghosts, just me and you, BOO!
A clandestine corner of the cemetery will be our park, eating in the dark. Let’s set the grave with a transylvania tablecloth and settle in for sup. Feed each other face to face. Bite after bite, get ready for a bloody delight! To be continued