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Title: The Lust of a Vampire
Your eyes widen when you look at me, at my pale skin and bottomless eyes. Fear me - I'm Death. Run away from me - I'm your worst nightmare, a creature beyond your wildest imagination.
Scream. Can you hear my footsteps behind you? Feel the terror shooting through your veins, your heart racing. My breath on your warm, pulsating neck... Oh, my cold hands around your shoulders. Now you're hypnotized, bewitched... You're sinking into a deep and warm darkness that surrounds you, the thrill of the evil, the unknown and feared... From the inside and the outside... You breathe softly, standing still now... Not fearing... Not thinking... Just feeling.
You await the final strike. I breathe in your odour and close my eyes, feeling your human warmth. I yearn to be like you, I want to be like you. I moan softly and pull you towards me, digging my teeth into your soft skin, feeling your blood on my lips, in my mouth. The world starts to spin as I hear the beats of your heart stronger and stronger, I'm sinking into the whirlpool of the essence of your life... Your knees weaken and you fall down to the ground as I'm still holding a tight grip around your shoulders, not letting go, not stopping, drinking you dry...
You moan. Now your skin is just as pale as mine was a couple of heartbeats ago. Your eyelids flutter as you look up at me, into my demonic eyes.
I wipe the blood of my mouth with my sleeve. I smile melancholically at you, watching how you fade away to a place that I will never visit. I look into your innocent, human eyes, studying you. Soon your look becomes glassy.
Your blood is running through my veins now. My heart is beating in a slow and steady pace. For a little moment, I feel alive. To be alive, ah... it's the most addictive drug. You can never stop yearning for it and you always want it. To be alive. To feel something that isn't meant for me, to steal it from someone and use it for my own pleasure.
My black cloak flutters in the slight breeze as I turn around and walk away from you, into the darkest hours of the night. Your blood is running through my veins. Your heart is beating with mine. Now I'm you. For a little while.