A Creature of the Night.
She came to me in black lace and satin, for black is all I see. With
long blonde hair, cascading past her shoulders, she begins to move near.
Reaching out she touches me running her fingers through my hair. I feel my life
will be ending here.
It seems I cannot move, locked in her steel inbrace, a single tear begins to runs
down my face. At first she kisses my neck. Feeling a sharp pain, my life force
begins to drain. I stare unknowing through blurry sight. She smiles ever so
lovingly, while wipping blood from her lip. Good night my brother, have a nice
night...
I awoke to what lie around me. New understandings it all began to rush me like
an unstpable
flood. Something else comes to mind, for the lust of fresh human blood,
something needed I must find. I went to the window and begane to stare out.
Something so amazing without a dought.There is something wrong with my
sight, thus this be the dead of night. I see through darkness like noon day light...
I ran and looked into the hallway mirror. I scream, for my body no longer seems
to reflect, nor does it apear. For I will no longer age. I shall look the same year
after year. For it seems, I must take the first step. With new beginnings and
unholy sight. I have come to this understanding. I have become a creature of the
night.
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