A/N: This is poetry. Rather strange, but okay I suppose.
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The Hunt
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Before the sweet blood that runs through your veins,
Before the final licking of red stains off my lips,
Before the morbid fascination with the elixir of life,
There is a process
A hunt,
To go through.
First I must find you, child.
In some sleazy corner
Vulnerable and shaking of fear.
Reeking of fear.
To overpower you and find the neck.
The flesh.
The thin flesh that is so easy,
So joyfully easy,
To pierce.
Sheets of shimmering fear rise off you as I find this neck.
And finally
I feed.
The sweetness running through me like
The way a child savors their mother's milk.
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Las Noches
---
Lights
Lights
Lights
Spinning
Red
Shattered mirrors
Music
That runs through the body like
Blood.
Dance, dance, feverish vampiric dance
Or rest at the tables
And stare at the rest,
While nursing the drink whose glass cools your fingers
And dew rest at its lip.
The red lights washing every
Body.
----
The Hunt
----
Before the sweet blood that runs through your veins,
Before the final licking of red stains off my lips,
Before the morbid fascination with the elixir of life,
There is a process
A hunt,
To go through.
First I must find you, child.
In some sleazy corner
Vulnerable and shaking of fear.
Reeking of fear.
To overpower you and find the neck.
The flesh.
The thin flesh that is so easy,
So joyfully easy,
To pierce.
Sheets of shimmering fear rise off you as I find this neck.
And finally
I feed.
The sweetness running through me like
The way a child savors their mother's milk.
----
Las Noches
---
Lights
Lights
Lights
Spinning
Red
Shattered mirrors
Music
That runs through the body like
Blood.
Dance, dance, feverish vampiric dance
Or rest at the tables
And stare at the rest,
While nursing the drink whose glass cools your fingers
And dew rest at its lip.
The red lights washing every
Body.
