The Vampire

My killer saunters forward, grace marks his every move. And I know I cannot win. I stand there, unarmed, while his dagger teeth flash and snap in the icey blue moonlight. He throws me a hunger-tainted smile before making his kill. I watch the life flow from me red and hot while he sits and drinks it in. I am not afraid. My hand twitches limply beside me, a last request to test the reality of this nightmare to end my own life. I wade through the pain and locate my voice. "Who are you?" He stops, caught in the act, and traces a frosty finger along the broken lines of my blood-smeared face. Pauses at my lips. I stop breathing. "Good night." And I am gone.