To be awakened
By his Sweet breath
His Fangs dug in deep
Pain has breached surface
But such sweet pain lingers
Wanting him
More of him
I may die tonight
But Tomorrow I awaken
Clare's POV.
My Back Slammed against the cold alley's brick wall. I whimpered to his touch. He pulled me Close.
"Clare," He purred.
"Such a succulent piece of wonder, Especially those Magnificent electric blue Eyes."
"Eeellliiijjjaahhh," I Cooed.
He had me charmed. His sweet breath hit my neck. His swollen lips massaged mine and his hands tore my shirt in two. He moved to My neck and sucked leaving a hickey and he flew back. His eyes turned red and he smirked then grinned and two pearl white fangs appeared. He gripped me tightly and bolted up to the top of the building we were next to.
"Say goodnight Sweet Clare."
"E-Eli?"
He stood silent I didn't know what was happening, I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be a dream. Then He Spoke.
"Blood, Red and fresh as a sweet summer rose. Then to be spilled like a glass of red wine. To nourish me and awaken you, my sweet Clare is its righteous purpose."
He bit into my neck roughly and I began to fade out. As he spoke once more.
(In the Words of Shakespeare)
"Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips,
Oh, you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss."
My Eyes Fluttered open then closed as he bit his wrist, drawing out blood onto his tongue then Sealing my mouth Closed with his blood-stained kiss. My Eyes opened to his release.
"Welcome Clare, to my world."
