Vampires
Blood trickled down his face from his paralysed victim,
Her body pale white and completely oblivious to what had happened,
His eyes, red as rubies,
Hers, totally lifeless,
His teeth were as sharp as razorblades,
They sliced threw flesh with ease.
The trees nearby whispered and mumbled,
And the stream glistened like glass.
He watched his victim,
The one and only love of his life,
He remembered to well what happened that night, the kicking the screaming,
The mistakes he made.
The clothing around her neck was crusted with her own blood,
He studied his hand and own clothing with the same result.
Although...
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