Laying on the ground,
she stares up at him.
His skin so pale,
his eyes like perfect gems.
Slowly she opens her mouth to speak,
but he knows what she wants
and he silences her with a simple gesture.
Removing his finger from her lips,
he trails it down her jaw bone
back to her ear,
and ever so slowly down her neck.
Her gentle pulse now quickens.
Slowly he goes down her side,
touching every rib down to her hips.
Now drawing the lines of her thighs,
he pulls her closer.
Her steady breath is not so calm
and the blood races through her veins.
His face moves closer to her neck,
his breath ice cold.
Nervous, she tries to pull away,
but his iron arms stronger than most hold her still.
Her eyes widen as he smiles,
unsheathing his weapons.
She tries to scream,
but the noise is cut off with a gurgle,
as the blood pours into her throat.
Slowly, he takes her blood
leaving very little behind.
she lays there dying
only to be found
with the rising sun.
