Night of the Vamipress

Her memorable blue eyes,
Her perfect black hair.
Her long, sharp fangs,
And an unquenchable thirst.

She stands in the forest,
Waiting for night to fall.
Waiting for darkness to come,
Preparing for the hunt.

She wanders into the city,
Walking to the club.
The innocent humans admire her flawlessness,
To her they are nothing more then expendable objects.

The guy at the door let her in at first sight,
She owns this town.
She searches for a good victim,
She has expensive taste.

She chooses a silly human boy,
He thinks he knows pain.
She likes people who welcome pain and death,
She messes with their minds.

She lures him in,
Not even trying to catch his attention.
The queen of the immortally damned,
Living off another blood for all eternity.

She slowly puts her mouth to his neck,
Drinking her crimson addiction.
He falls into her arms,
She pushes him limp body to the side.

She rises wiping the blood from her lips,
She runs to her home and cries.
Forever alive,
But with no soul.