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I wasn't sure what genre to put this under. I'm not the best vampire author, nor am I very much interested in that particular genre. But, all the same, enjoy.


Submitted:Feb 23, 2008    Reads: 234    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   


My Last Bite
Like an impatient vampire pacing back and forth, waiting for the next victim's flesh and blood, I await for nightfall. The sun slips below the earth to display a rainbow of colors in the sky. Clouds drift over where the sun once was, and a star appears in the dark sky. It is now night. I escape from my prison of claustrophobia. I creep through the night, hunting for my prey. Ah! And I find my love, my fear, my life and pain. I look you dead into your soul. I can hear your heart beating faster and faster, pumping sweet blood through your body. I call upon you, but you do not hear me. Your faded face is looked away. I call again, this time you hear me. You turn to face me. Your voice is distorted as you call upon me; I cannot clearly see the look in your eyes, the most evil of all. Ice, cold blue eyes stare hard at me and you say to me, "I don't love you anymore." Anger ignites within my soul. To know that you no longer love me makes my heart shatter like glass into a million pieces. You bend down and pick up a piece of my heart. You study it, pondering. About what, I do not know; but I do know that I don't like the look on your face. With every breath you take, my anger increases. My hands turn into balls of fists. Oh! How I would just love to reach into your chest and pull out your heart to show you how black it is. I crave for it so bad that I stand back a step, in hopes that my rage and anger take over my body. I lunge for you, and grab you by the neck. You try to struggle, but I am much stronger. One without the heart is never weak. I bite into your wrist and your thick rich blood spills out, coldly. I drink, knowing this will be my last. Sing for your soul, love, for this will be the last of your voice. I bite into your neck and drink until I can drink no more. Your face goes pale white and your skin goes ice cold like your blood. I look up into the black night and pray for your darkened soul.




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