• Jet black hair.
    Angelic features.
    Wicked smile.
    "Come with me" he says.
    Must refuse....
    Consience screaming....
    don't want to give in....
    Don't want to give in....
    But I follow,
    without choice.
    "Please don't make me do this"
    I say in a small voice
    I walk into the room.
    It's so dark.
    He's at the window
    staring
    at the moon
    He then turns to me,
    walks over,
    takes my hand,
    skin like stone.
    So tempting.
    "Please" he asks.
    Voice like velvet,
    like a drug.
    "I give up"I say.
    "Thank you."
    I close my eyes,
    as I wait for the sting,
    of his fangs.