Typical Night

Slowly the sun sets as day turns to night. Cellars, castles, and caves, places that cause much fright. These are the areas, I call them my home, secluded deeply within mausoleums and tombs. Once I awake from a sleep of no rest, gradually I rise from red velvet lined casket. Hovering above dirty, dusty, stone cratered floor, gracefully floating, exiting heavy oak crypt door. Black overcoat with yellow gold buttons and links, white shirt, black tie, fur scarf of two minks. Appearance is normal for the society in now, dressing the part, slightly wealthy, and greetings of bows. Never drawing attention, til catching warm, living soul alone, down a dark alley, quiet street corner, or invite within home. Hypnotic dark eyes and a voice that will snare, bringing her closer to death, she's completely unaware. Capturing one's soul, mind, body, and heart, moments after meeting, their blood mine from start. As my arms wrap around you and draw you in near, I expose my fangs, glistening white, soon red smeared. Lifeless body, pale white as my silk shirt, draining you empty, quenching this dark thirst. Hours have passed, must exit this town, dawn is approaching, as I enter graveyards ground. Another night has passed, one less soul on this earth, my life never ending, non-mortal, Hell's curse. With arms across chest, eyes shut but awake, waiting til dusk, another journey and soul I will take.