Vampires

Who'd have known that I'd wake

to another Vampire breathing in my face.

It's cold dead gaze

staring through my soul.

From the look in it's eyes,

it had no control.

The Vampire hissed

as I pushed it back into the sizzling embers.

The fire of a breed member's

is poison to another.

I heard it's roar,

the pain seeping through it's voice.

I take a shuddering breath,

as the death

of another Vampire ceases to affect me.

As a Vampire,

you're not truly dead,

until you have nothing to live for.