Smelly Melly

From his seat on the couch in the corner, Mark spied Melissa flirting with Guy. Mark wrinkled his nose, not from any smell, but the realization that someone who pronounced his name “Gee”(with a hard “g” sound) would even be given the time of day by his ex.

Melissa twirled her hair in a finger and smiled at Guy. He seemed nice, friendly, good looking, and was returning her attention. She knew Mark was seething with jealousy, but she was tired of his nonsense. She’d kissed Mark once, almost a decade ago. She owed him nothing.

Little did Melissa know that Guy was harboring a dark secret. He was only pretending to sip his drink. In reality, the only thing he wanted to drink was Melissa’s blood. He felt his fangs tickle his gumline as he gazed at Melissa’s neck. Mark, of course, knew Guy was a vampire,

but thought he had learned more self control by now. Mark was wrong. Out of nowhere Guy leapt over the counter and, after missing her neck, sunk his fangs into Melissa’s shoulder, spraying blood on her apron, which read, “Dine at Mel’s—Neither Heaven nor Hell.”

But everyone agreed that the fate of Guy would have ended better if he did work harder on his self-control. Melissa was an avid fan of garlic chicken. Her hands flew up in surprise as she felt the unplanned blood donation in progress, letting a garlic chicken fly straight into

the laundry bin. The bin, now pungent and covered in blood would cause Melissa much hardship after her recovery. After all, her work uniform was in there, and those stains would not wash out. And that’s how she earned the nickname “Smelly Melly.”