Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!

The Hunt

The pitch black night

the blood chilling air

with the moon full and shining

a strangling hiss filled the night

to warn the vampires are coming

The pale complexion

the topaz colored eyes

to show you are among friends

Vampires are suppose to be killers

the legends are false

They do not crave are human blood

They are truely misunderstood

The hiss grows louder

The crisp breeze shifts

the hunt is on

before dawn approachs