Authors Note: I must say I'm somewhat proud of this poem. It's extremely
long I must warn you. It came out to be 6 pages on paper. Hehe. I'm going to
write a sequel 'cause my friend hates the ending :P But anyway I'll shut up
now so you can read it.



Boot prints on the cold stone ground
Silent night, no one around
Cautious fingers, clutching wood
Wary eyes beneath his hood
Cobwebs twining cross the walls
His footsteps echo down the halls
Dark breeze snakes by, oh so discreet
His trenchcoat ruffles round his feet
He comes across an open door
The room that he’s been searching for
In the doorway there he firmly stands
White knuckles gripping stake in hand
Fire crackles, words of sin
Tall shadow figures loom within
He shifts his stance from where he hides
Hands check the weapons at his sides
His heart beats fast, not much time left
He palms the stake, his actions deft
Catching their words from on the air
Thankful, they still don’t know he’s there
A tink of goblets, wine? Champaign?
He’s guessing something less humane…
Three different voices, he confers
The woman’s there…does he recognize hers?
The lady laughs, so far from sweet
One of the men gets to his feet
In soundless moves, walks to the door
His footsteps barely touch the floor
He stops, midstep, eyes freeze to gray
Hiding shock from the stranger in the entryway
Six feet tall the stranger stood
And smirked through shadows beneath a hood
His hands were folded on his back
Hid by his trenchcoat, sleek and black
“Show yourself.” The other said
And he pulls the hood from off his head
Smoothing black-tipped auburn hair
And fierce brown eyes return the glare
The first man scowled, “How’d you get in?”
The stranger shakes his head and grins
“I think you’ve missed the point, my friend,
It’s not how it started, but how will it end?”
“Get out!” he growled, his clear voice rang
Parting red lips and bearing fangs
“Too late for that, blood-sucking scum,
You’ve cheated death, but death will come.”
He snarled, fists clenched, biceps hard
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
He gripped the stake and ran him through
“My name is death, and I’m here for you.”
The vampire crumpled, hands clawing the stake
And he grayed even more with each breath that he’d take
Sunken flesh tightened over each ashen bone
His fanged mouth agape in a permanent moan
Sleek sable hair grayed and fell from his head
“Take this as a lesson, the dead should stay dead.”
Said the killer, dusting the ash with a boot
Reducing the corpse to a pile of soot
He looked up to the other two, standing, gaping, appalled
“What are you waiting for? Come and get me!” he called
The other man was stronger, much more of a fight
And as he grinned full of malice his fangs caught the light
Muscles rippled beneath the vampire’s shirt
His blue eyes stared him down, intense and alert
The assassin unsheathed the silver blade from his waist
Standing steady and ready, his feet poised in place
His opponent took a step towards the opposite wall
Tearing down a heavy sword with no effort at all
With inhuman speed he lunged but he missed
The assassin evaded with an agile twist
Then jabs at his query, too quick on his feet
Silver and iron ring as the two blades meet
Sweat darkened his shirt and the blond of his brow
Forcing the other man’s sword down much harder now
With a metallic exhale, the stranger withdrew
Breathing heavily now, and striking anew
Blades clashed in the rhythm of a dangerous dance
Lashing, twisting again like a battle of chance
Blood tinted sweat blotched the vampire’s face
Muscles bulging in arms wielding blade with strange grace
His strength matched the mortal man’s hours of training
As he countered each blow with face flushed and arms straining
Then suddenly the blond man switched hands with his blade
In a quick backwards slash the other couldn’t evade
The sword struck his side and he cried out in pain
Dropping his sword to the floor with a sorrowful clang
Blood poured through the gash that tore through his side
As he fell to the ground where the first man had died
Ash streaked his pants as he crumpled to his knees
The remains of the creature he’d killed with such ease…
The vampire laughed as he was catching his breath
“Mark my words, mortal, I won’t fall to death.”
The broken man trembled and gasped with the pain
How disgraceful, unheard of, the slayer’s been slain…
To complete his defilement, the vampire knelt
To the fallen man’s horror, his nightmare’s been spelt
A pale hand clenched his collar like a vice
Wrenching his body towards his own, so like ice
The hunter cursed god for his malicious defeat
Feeling nothing but filth with each mocking heartbeat
Grasped in his arms, a heretic’s embrace
Craving death to escape such an evil disgrace
Cold white hands on his throat, like a corpse’s caress
As he willed for his heart to go limp in his chest
But just when those crimson lips lowered to bite
He swore to himself, he’d go down with a fight
He broke from his hold as pain shot up his side
There was no way he was going alone if he died
The vampire, enraged at losing his prey
Was determined not to let his fresh blood get away
He grabbed his ankle with hands just as strong as before
And snarling, dragged him across the floor
Blood smeared the stone from the gash in his hip
As the wounded man struggled in his captor’s grip
Seeing a glimmer of hope out the corner of his eye
He wrenched to his right, snatching something nearby
The other never saw it coming till right at the end
When he was ran through by the stake that had murdered his friend
Still on hands and knees, eyes wide in disbelief
While the mortal man scrambled away in relief
His arms then gave out and the vampire fell
And in ragged breaths his assailant said “see you in hell”
He watched as in minutes the corpse turned to dust
And crawled away from the mess with a loathing disgust
With the last of his strength the man rose to his feet
Preferring to die in the last embers’ heat
He settled himself by the hearth on a rug
Reality leaking into his head like a drug
He would die here tonight, leave this earth evermore
Funny, he’d never been this scared before…
After all he’d been through, all the danger he’d faced
Was it all just about to be simply erased?
This didn’t seem right, no, it had to be wrong
He hadn’t been living for this all along
He stared in the fire, his breathing too rough
He’d lived a great life, but it wasn’t enough
After all he had fought, all the triumphs of nigh
It seemed way too simple, too weak to just die
He was destined for more then this, of that he knew
But near gone as he was, what more could he do?
For death was upon him, he felt its cold touch
And as he tried to grasp life it still weakened his clutch
On the back of his neck he felt its sweet icy breath
As it whispered, “let go, Love, you needn’t fear death.”
As much as he longed to hold on, disagree
He found that now he hadn’t the strength to break free
His eyelids closed slowly and his lungs didn’t fight
And his heart beat as faint as a whisper at night
His wound had stopped throbbing and his mind had gone cold
But he swore he felt someone take him into their hold
His fears still persisted, however remote
As death stroked his face and sucked the breath from his throat
Darkness swam all around him, oh too soon he’d be dead
But as if by a miracle, something happened instead
When his last breath escaped something else took its place
Something warm and magnificent dripped down his face
The tingle returned, the sensation of life
As if just having this warmth was his only true strife
He felt his body again, felt the pain disappear
Felt the cold drain away and his senses come clear
Light poured through his being and he craved for more, more
Feeling alive, more alive, than ever before
His mind burned with love and with fire and light
He could lie here forever, night after night…
And then it was gone, if it ever was there
It was wrenched from his mouth, he was gasping for air
His eyes slowly opened, his lungs were unstrained
And his heart beat the fire through all of his veins
He was crouched on the rug where he’d chosen to die
But here he was, alive, and mystified
As a pale hand reached down and stroked his hair
The dark, icy touch that had graced his nightmare
The hand grasped his and he rose to his feet
Eye to eye with a smile, bloody, but sweet
She was holding his hands, just as white as her own
She was beautiful, perfect, and no longer unknown
Without needing to prove it, he licked his lips
Tasted copper, and felt his teeth as two tips
Her blood brought him back, and now he was sure
That this and that she had been what he’d lived for
“Who are you?” he whispered, though he already knew
She smiled, “I’m death, and I came for you.”
 
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