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.’
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