A beautiful young woman.  That’s what she was.  Alice was of course, many other things but her features and overall appeal were at the far end mankind’s spectrum of attractive.  She was also troubled.  The wedding was in a week.  One week.  Yesterday she was given the news, and today she sat shaking in front of the mirror.  The Peace Council had selected the first two humans and she was the second unlucky female.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Maybe I will die quickly.”</span>She thought with a certain amount of fear, but a glimmer of relief.  Then she could be with her father.  Dead Daddy.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/AIpwvjl.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Motto paced in his cave until his mind got too full and he had to stop and punch the ground.  His fists were torn and bleeding.  He didn’t spend much time around his kind and dwelt alone on the mountain.  He<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">never </span></span>spent time with men..aside from hunting them and eating them.  His last meal had been a year ago, a month before the Tincture Decree.  It was hearty and sustaining; the tincture.  It tasted empty.  His lack of social immersion in made him a scandalous choice of vampyre for the Unity Merge Treaty, but the Peace Council insisted that it was the best way to convince doubtful parties.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">“A meeting in two hours.”  </span>He muttered.<span style="color: #008040"> “What’s there to talk about?  Hi, I’ll be your husband.  Try not to be afraid of me because it’ll trigger my instinct to hunt.” </span>Motto punched the ground several times.  This whole thing was a very bad idea.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/KgFfBoz.jpg">[ img ]</a>