Night Of The Vampire
I have no heartbeat, I have no soul.
I have no home to call my own.
With littel money and a great build up of thirst.
I wounded down these silent nights, hoping to feed tonight.
With great luck I saw my first, he walked towards me with a out-off shape grin.
I grinned back, showing my fangs, looking down to his side and saw the blade.
His eyes widen, stepping back.
I crouched down, ready to attack.
Letting a hiss escape from my lips, I closed the distance before he could piss.
Fear was imprinted on his face when I snapped his neck out of place.
I crouched down next to the bleeding man and began my much awaited feed.
When the blood flow ran dry, I stood up and kicked the lifeless carcas aside.
I grinned darkly to what I've done and realize that this was kinda fun.
The sun started to rise, my skin started to burn.
I made refuge amon the shadows were I would stay the day, waiting for night to invande.
