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.
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