Take a bite
In my room
Brushing my hair
He appears without warning
No image of him in my mirror
Just him whispering in my ear
I could recognize his voice
My lover
Whom I thought I lost all these years
I turn to kiss his cheek
But the figure before me was not him
In front of my eyes stood a creature
Eyes glowing red
Fangs razor sharp
Nails longer than a bobcats
I asked myself
Is it the devil?
Is this just a nightmare?
All I knew was my beloved was gone
Has this beast come to eat me?
Or calm my fears?
What creature of the underworld was this?
Come here my dear
Is the only sound that came out of its wretched lips
As it holds its hand out to me
I slowly got closer
It kissed my lips and bit my neck
Now I stand before you
A creature of the night
Just as my love had become
Feasting on the mortals and living forever side by side.
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