Bloodless War

In a hunt I the werewolf stalk this vampire, Pre-dawn obscurity with severe mist and cold, Just in time to observe this nimble stealthy vampire; Moving from the human graveyard fully exposed. Dark feline shadow figure watchful eyes sparkling, Lets out a shrill cry as she discovers my guise, Ready to pounce those demonic possessed contours; The hands reach up to protect her fragile neckline. In a pre defined move dancing on my hind legs, Playing to her deadly fear I lash my tongue around, Open mouth canines dripping with saliva, Making her struggle and fall on the stone pavement. Throws cookies as she shoo's away her predator, In sheer joy I bark and growl biting at the crumbs, Wagging my tail for more I twirl my nose to smell; Savage lugging I snap to chop a piece from her. Hiding her fears she pulls at her loosened clothing, Turns her cold ashen face with the wide red lip smile, Shadows under the black hat she wears, held in place By her left free white arm, tempting me to attack: Squeals terror as I pull her dress caught in my jaws, Fore legs dig in for the tug-o-war and I gain, Tearing a piece of her skirt as she kicks the air; I watch the toes extend to become elongated. The vampire in her starts to grow as mouth fangs sprout, Fingers become deadly claws trounce at my soft furs, In swift move I clutch her neck breaking it to rattle; Bloodless coup and the vampire dies thirsting for blood.