although this wasn’t uncharted territory, dracula found himself in the midst of a love triangle. he had been in this situation before (at least 100 years ago) and knew the trouble he was headed for.
he met the unicorn in his undead youth. he was fascinated with her and they both fell hard and fast. she didn’t mind that he wasn’t technically alive and he was familiar with the supernatural. it was the most innocent and settled he had felt in many centuries. he was content. the unicorn softened dracula’s rough edges. she really knew him. they were at home with the comfort they shared. secretly, they were blissfully happy.
a decade had passed, their love constant and consistent. the same, not entirely ever-changing. dracula felt a restlessness rising. the unicorn felt it too. frightened, she ignored it (or maybe just pretended that she didn’t see it). “this will pass,” she prayed.
dracula started to talk about the new zombie at the office, a lot. the unicorn saw a light in his eyes that once burned only for her. she was supportive, but suspicious. but in reality, the unicorn knew she was fucked.
because everyone knows that zombies can’t resist unicorn flesh and sooner or later, the unicorn would be dinner.
