Vampire Sonnets Xiii Blood Roulette

Without being able to see his face, I most certainly could hear his low voice; He was beckoning me to come to him, this vampire was the farthest thing from grim; To look upon him you would never guess a killer lurked behind all the kindness; ‘Oh miss Inalem you look so hungry . I bet I can help.’ He whispered to me; ‘Just call it a quick game of blood roulette, we could use a woman of your talent. In exchange for a taste from our blood bank give us a customer per show to take.’ I looked at him froze at the idea, ‘My name’s Chance, Welcome to the mafia.’