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There is a vampire outside of my door. 

He knocks, shuffles his feet, 

then knocks again. 

"You know how this works,"

he yells. 

"You have to invite me in." 

I watch as he runs his hand through 

his perfect black hair. 

I know that I will

reluctantly

let him in. 

One quick bite. 

Blood drained. 

It is a painless process, really. 

He will thank me with a small kiss, 

and go back into the world. 

His vampy heart calmed for a moment. 

But on nights when he becomes as weak as I,

he will reappear, 

thirsty with blood lust. 

The deadliest creatures are the most beautiful.