My heart/s compressed in the darkest corner of my mind.
i close my eyes as i hold my weapon and gratefully take my time.
i watch with fear at my own timid body begin to tremble.
he bears me his fangs that are white and textured of fragile marble.
with skin so pale and tender one bite could easily take my life.
with one quick slash i could watch his blood flow onto my newly stained knife.
he watches with remorse as cold gentle tears flow down from my eyes.
and i clutch the dagger firmer and tell him i/m not afraid of vampires.
