(F.F.F. Website Story)
Dense darkness enveloped Jayde as she waited for the train, mulling over countless victims whose memory never sustained her, because relentless cravings consumed her.
On the train, she smiled at the lone passenger, her lips cracking and oozing. Pouncing stealthily, she sank her fangs into his throat, his ensuing screams confirming his unwilling participation in her interpretation of Art splattered across the canvas of life.
“Beauty is forever fleeting.” She gazed upon him under ghastly glow of yellow lights, filing his image away in the Gallery of Eternity in her mind, where all the relics were cold, empty and bloodless.