His formative years
The night was like a silken black cloth, with the occasional shiver
The coldness killed the velvet grass, and the flowers began to whither
It was a snowy winter's night when Annie was walking home
The vampire came walking
Talking, walking
The vampire came walking with the forest woods to roam.
His hair fell like long brown snakes, covering his onyx black eyes
His scarred mouth was pursed and shrivelled, much depleted in size
His long dark coat was to cover, cover up as a disguise
The vampire kept watching
Watching, watching
The vampire kept watching, looking for a place to hide.
Annie was a young schoolgirl, bright well beyond her years
She was as strong and as brave as a lion; popular among her peers
She was walking through the forest at night, her stride brisk and fast
The young girl kept striding
Striding, striding
The young girl kept striding, then came a sound that turned her blood to glass
"Oh Annie" a soft voice breathed, the barest shadow of a whisper
The wind around her grew sharper, and the chilly air grew crisper
A crack of a twig to her left. A soft chuckle floating along the breeze
The soft chuckle came floating
Floating, floating
The soft chuckle came floating; a twisted metallic wheeze
"Who's there?" she called, her heart constricting and beginning to pound
Blind in shadow, she pricked her ears, searching for the absent sound
Her hunter crouched, a glint of silver shimmering in his hand
The silver shimmered
Glimmered, shimmered
The silver shimmered, time slipping past like sand
Annie saw a shadow move, a hunched and crude shape in satin black
The tightened grip upon her schoolbag loosened and began to grow slack
Moon now gone; iridescent pearl
Hand falls on her shoulder
"Hello there little girl…"