Hi everyone! i hope that everyone is doing fine? this is just a little poem that I came up some time ago while doing my nails, painting them red and that is where this idea came from. I have read quite a few stories of Kai where he is a vampire and they were really awesome but I am not about to start writing a story about him being a vampire. This is just about Kai, vampire Kai ;-D and how he feels about being a vampire. This is to all the Kai lovers out there, so enjoy!
The lonely vampire
His fangs pierce the skin of his latest victim
Connecting with the blood supply
Tasting it
Savouring it
He drinks and drinks until he is filled
Pondering with himself afterwards
Should he drink the last drop?
Drink until death claims him as its own?
The last drop of blood
How ironic is it not
Just one drop is all it takes to end it all
Just as one drop was all it took to start it all
To start this empty life
An empty life filled with sadness, loneliness, anger, rage
A life filled with emptiness
His creator is no more
He has killed his creator
Ripping out his heart with his hand
Crushing it in his inhuman grip
Maybe he should do it to himself
Rip out his own heart
That way he will be released from it all
Released from this world and all of its hate and loneliness
A peaceful eternity is what he longs for
Or maybe even a companion to be by his side
To help him forget all of the hurtful memories of the past
A past that is not always his
But that of his victims
Loneliness
That is all that he has to look forward to
Loneliness
In a world that is constantly changing
And yet,
He does not change with it
His entire being is frozen within time
Unable to age
Unable to change
Unable to die
The world is obsessed with vampires
It sickens him to no end
Do none of them realise that it is just an illusion?
The illusion of something that is in fact so horrid
No life is worth living when all that one experiences is
The constant loss of loved ones
The constant loneliness
The constant longing to be mortal once more
The thrill of the hunt has gone
The thrill of feeling another's pulse
As it grows weaker and weaker
As he grows stronger and stronger
Drinking the blood of another and savouring it like a winemaker does to a hundred year old bottle of red wine
He is tired
He wants no more
Hopefully soon
Death will come knocking on his door
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I hope it was worth reading. Please review if you feel like it and tell me what you thought of Kai's thoughts. They may have been a little bit emo but I can imagine a life filled with loneliness tends to someone a little emo after a while. I hope that you all had enjoyed it. See you all in about two weeks' time again with a new chapter of 'The black phoenix of Russia.' Take care everyone!