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My movements make no sound,

My footsteps quick and light.

I glide on down the darkened street,

Accompanied by the night.



Passing mortal strangers,

Who look the other way.

I'm intoxicated by their scent,

These creatures are my prey.



I stop beneath a street lamp,

Where they can see my face.

Seeing my unnatural skin,

They soon quicken their pace.



Their cowardess amuses me,

Those eyes so full of fear.

I throw my head back and laugh,

For all of them to hear.



Stepping form the light,

I'm hidden by the dark.

Continuing along my path,

I reach a lonely park.





Sitting on a wooden bench,

A girl cries silently.

Her face is streaked with salty tears,

She fails to notice me.



Through the darkness I can see,

Her body shakes with sobs.

But still I hear her beating heart,

Within her chest it throbs.



Slowly I approach her,

Until I'm by her side.

Admiring her tender cheeks,

I see her tears have dried.



I move my face in towards her neck,

And hover there for a while.

Much to my surprise,

She looks directly at me and smiles.



She looks me in the eyes,

Her eyes a deepest blue.

And with the softest lips I've ever seen,

She mouths the words "Thank you".



I sink my teeth into her flesh,

On blood is what I thrive.

I drink till I can drink no more,

Again I am alive.