Nosferatu

Is that a shadow, hiding at the edge of darkness? Frightened, your senses sharpen. Is that a movement near the cold, gray headstones? Groaning--you realize this was not the best way home. Then, the mist starts to thicken, and your steps begin to quicken. You hear his seductive call of eternal love. He whispers secrets in your mind--dark lust from above. Promising you a world of night, as he steps into the silver light. Then, the mist starts to thicken, and your steps begin to quicken. Such a vision of beauty-- with lips as red as rubies, and eyes so beguiling... Why are you smiling? Then, the mist starts to thicken, and your steps begin to quicken. You feel his presence at your back, as your body starts to slack. He wraps you in his velvet cloak, his breath caresses your throat. Then, the mist starts to thicken, and your heart begins to quicken. Your blood he begins to take-- you realize too late, that with a twist of fate, a vampire he did create. Then, the mist starts to thicken... as you hunt for your first victim. Alesia Leach © 11/2014