Sitting in my desk
Daydreaming instead of learning
The thought of being bitten
Bitten by a vampire
With his eyes, I am locked
Locked in his eyes, I cannot move
He grabs me, still looking into his eyes
I cannot feel anything, but I feel that I am in love
Gently he sniffs my neck
I begin to feel weak
I can feel his soft lips touching my neck
As he has me locked in his trance
He opens his mouth
Bearing his beautiful sharp white fangs that scream to me
He hold me tighter
Sinking his fangs in to my neck
Sucking my blood
I feel too weak
After he has finished me
He gently lays me down on the cold floor
Barely holding on to life, I look at him
He just stares
He cuts his wrist
Putting his wrist to my cold lips
Drink he says
Without hesitation I drink from the bloody wrist
Blood all over my lips
I begin to shake and quiver
This hurts, what's wrong with me?
I'm dying
Or so I thought...
 
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