Katelina stared at the sandwich as though it were an enemy. The limp tomato stared back from between layers of stale bread and suspicious lunchmeat. It was a clash of wills, and sadly the wilted lettuce won.
Katelina tossed the sandwich on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch with a groan. It had been three days since the vampires' underground Citadel had been attacked and the sixth floor, home to the handful of humans who lived there, had been decimated. Though many repairs had been made, the human amenities were still in shambles. Jorick had done the best he could, but the only available food was several crates of premade sandwiches.
Jorick. Boyfriend. Significant other. No label really fit the vampire but, for better or worse, she was in love with him - and she was supposed to me……
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