A Vampire Story of Glory

Drip, drip, drip thats all I ever hear. nothing more. nothing less. But Drip, drip, drip
The sound of blood... Down my lips, utter bliss, like a kiss hard to miss so rich i need more
My core is sore like its torn i look down to see my nemesis
brown fur, fanged teeth razor sharp claws a new moon child
Snarling loudly, defensively striking fear into the near by
AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
One pounce, one breath ,one second, one chance, one sound, one strike
One winner......... It is I in glory suddenly Chilled
I take the killed by pure instinct
tear,shred new moon claws
stab, slit new moon boots
grip, rip new moon fangs
cut, shave new moon necklace

One breath, one second, one sound, one strike, one winner....... It.. Is.. I.. The Vampire