erm, hi! I've figured out that I can only successfully write Gravi fanfics if they're in poem-form. weird, I know. anyway, this is a vamp fic, cuz all the good ones are completed and I wanted Shu to bea vampire. I have issues, yes. also, this IS chaptered, i'm working on the 3rd now. ok, shutting up now...
(who reads these bits anyway?)
Smiling Shyly
At last the sun has set,
and you can emerge to greet
the glorious night.
The full moon yawns down
upon you weary souls
who are doomed to live eternally.
You are perched in a tree
above a vacant construction site,
peering through the gloom
for any prey stupid enough to be out.
The others of your kind
generally avoid such places,
preferring the cities to your own silent haunts.
But you have learned these suburbs
yield more potent specimens.
No one comes for half an hour,
so you leave, in search of
better hunting grounds.
You enter a park, smiling softly to yourself;
you know you'll find someone here,
some poor lost soul who could care less
if you breathed or not.
Deep inside, you climb a tree to wait.
and soon you see someone:
a tall blonde man,
smoking and muttering.
Your smile broadens;
he looks delicious.
Even from several feet above his head,
you can smell the heady scent
of his blood mixed with life-essence.
Calmly containing your glee and bloodlust,
you jump down,
landing lightly in front of him.
He looks startled,
odd golden eyes wide,
cigarette hanging limply
from slightly parted lips.
You smile shyly at him,
peering through pink bangs
to gauge his reaction.
Hi, you say.
His eyes narrow and mouth closes,blowing streams of smoke from his nose
and your stomach flutters at his intense gaze;
he doesn't respond.
Somehow you get him to talk,
though he doesn't tell you his name.
And in a few minutes,
he is completely under your control.
And he is kissing you,
his cigarette lying forgotten on the ground.
He is so far gone
that he doesn't notice your lips leave his
until your teeth pierce his neck.
But even that doesn't faze him;
he leans into your touch instead.
You're about to drain him dry when you stop;
this is too beautiful a creature to kill.
so you let him go
with a promise to see him again.