Authors Note: This is a poem I wrote a while back; it's about Vampires, obviously. :D Well, please R&R!! -Roni

The Clan

They roam among you in the latest hours of the night when all is as calm as a lovers embrace.

They live for the fight.

They live for the game.

They thrive in the darkness and feed on the weak.

They are anciently known for their fierce mentality.

They strike, they bite, they feed.

As the moonlight shines against their pointed fangs you run in fear before they get near.

They savor the scent of what runs through your veins.

That crimson liquor that never loses its taste.

But as you run you seam to be loosing the race.

You think you are finally safe; they can still smell your fear yet you don't even know they're here.

Appearing beside you they pull you at the waste in every direction.

Smelling you; taking you in.

They open their mouths as you shriek in terror.

Sharp as a knife they pierce into you flesh.

The lights of the night seem to be dimming, it's all going black.

Everything you once knew is gone, your memories lost in a sea of darkness.

They let you go, their thirsts all quenched.

All you knew is gone yet you seem to think that it is over, but it has only begun.