“What the heck is your problem?” The words were clear in my mind but meant nothing. “Stop!” I licked the rich blood off my sharp pinky nail and backed off. “I thought you like a little foreplay” I teased and attempted to move closer again. “You’re a freak, slicing me with your nail is not foreplay” his masculine voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desire. Slowly I stood and sauntered to the open window. This would be the third night in a row that I was unable to feed. I just couldn’t make sense of it. He was willing, relaxed and in my grasp. The sweet taste of him lingered in my mouth. What could I be doing wrong? Why were these human men suddenly able to say no to me? With the sun so close to setting there was no time to find another dinner partner. Disorientated footsteps and the latch of the back door catching as it closed, a sound usually so pleasing to my ears brought a sharp pain to my gut. With one final gaze at the soon to be dark sky I closed my blinds and prepared for a night of solitude.
Climbing up these castle walls
where the light of my candle falls
pulling me deeper into your room
filled with sorrow, filled with gloom
Making but a tiny sound
the wind from your lips blows the candle out
Sitting on top of the bed,
on your unused pillow i rest my head
Your cold pale hand, those bright red eyes
pulling me in and i would never revive
longing and waiting, what takes you so long?
The words that you answer with make me smile
Then you lean in, baring those teeth
Sinking into me without a chance to scream
The red slowly dripping
The moon makes it gleam
without any warning you stop and pull away
And kiss me until my mouth tastes of my own blood
my eyes start to flutter
im slipping away
There is no mercy, i can not lie. for it was my choice to die.
On your unused pillow i rest my head
As the sun comes out we go to bed.
Smiling with the fangs of the seductive undead.