Derek hurried to pull out my chair.
“Have a drink,” He purred through his elongated canines.
“I hope you don’t mind if I have a drink as well,” Derek’s voice snaked through my mind, entangling itself with my consciousness.
He leaned in.
I hadn’t realized I was to be the main course.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #56. Photo prompt. WC 52. Photo from BoredPanda.com. “Death by Consumption” was awarded 1st place in this contest.
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