"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yeah," he said, looking for a place to pull off the road. The gravel crunched under the car as they eased along a country road. He parked, and the engine sputtered falling silent.
"Sure no one can see us?" She shifted nervously looking out the window.
"I'm sure," he smiled, glancing up at the moon, "unless a werewolf shows up, I think you'll be fine."
Before she could protest, he pressed his lips to hers. She melted against the pressure of his tight embrace. Her eyes grew wide when she felt the sharp prick against her neck.
She pulled away, "you said I'd be safe."
"I'm not a werewolf." He shrugged as blood dripped from his smiling lips.
