I was found at the cemetery gate,
cloaked in black and red silk,
my pale arms bare to the moonlight,
wrapped around the human's body.
The human's corpse.
The moon was low when I had begun,
the air was still, the stars in hiding.
I had quietly leaped from the roof
onto the ground, unruffled.
I had begun my search in the lanes,
where I found a human boy.
Pathetically handsome: tall and muscular;
He would last me a few days.
Or so I thought.
I had lured him to the cemetery:
I was not in the mood for dragging him there later.
My unrivaled beauty set his tongue wagging,
I would be his last sight.
I kissed his neck slowly,
savouring the delightful smell.
I was not sure how long
or how much I would drink.
Just one more taste of his skin,
then I am pushed to the edge.
I cannot take any more
without taking a taste.
I sunk my fangs into his neck
at the same second my hand covered his mouth.
He was defenceless. Trapped. Dying.
But there was more death in store.
I heard the intake of breath
long before I heard the scream.
A teenage girl saw my sin,
and so began my death.
I was found at the cemetery gate,
cloaked in black and red silk,
my pale arms bare to the moonlight,
wrapped around the human's body.
They brought the stakes and the axes.
I was prepared to fight the mob,
but I soon found that I was outnumbered.
Even superhuman, I couldn't win.
I enjoyed my last moments of dark glory,
taking down any mortal in my path.
A wide swipe with a stake caught me off guard,
and speared my long silent heart.
The mob backed away, fearing my outcry.
I was also surprised at my reaction.
I sat by the wall, clutching my chest,
enduring my second, final, and most painful death.
I realised that I was lucky,
to have been dealt this black hand,
to have been given this second chance,
and to screw it up in my first century.
A silent tear rolled down my cheek.
my red tears the shade of the pooling blood
of my victim, now surprisingly unappealing.
I watched it cloud and mist.
Scared and frail for the first time in decades,
I close my eyes, awaiting the unknown.
For I had never experienced death truly,
but now I would have the chance.
