well.. i wrote this after i started getting really into the

Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles.. i've only finished the first

book. it was amazing, and the whole concept of the vampire 
that she creates is so fascinating.. i had to write out my 
facination. it's not finished, i can't seem to find a good 
way to end it that is satisfactory to me.. which i've never

had a problem with so maybe this was never meant to be 
finished? i'm not sure.. but if you're reading this and 
have any suggestions for an ending.. or anywhere i guess.. 
it would be wicked if you could leave me a message or 
something. alright well anyways.. enjoy.

**

a dark moment in time.
crossing that dark, dark line.
a dark presence engulfs the shaded room.

a bead of sweat, an eerie sensation;
what lurks in the shadows..?
a dark creature, with dark, dead, brilliant eyes
lightened only by the fires of hell; he is very dead.
but in his death has been received a much more
marvelous and meaningful existance that we as mortals
can never comprehend.

the dark one, with skin so beautifully pale.
light, soft, and silken, almost bleached.
the face so magnificently supernatural,
that fallen angels themselves must have smiled upon him,
and lovingly chisled his features.
lips so succulent, so alluring, and touchable,
that to be able to resist the urge to press your own to
them
would seem a physical incapability.
the fangs, those glorious pearl white fangs,
that gleam even in the faintest of light.
the sensation of the lips barely ajar,
lightly, ..softly breathing as they linger across the neck,
every so often touching, ..tasting briefly.

sending shivers down the spine.
the fingers creep, long and sleek.
caressing the neck, admiring the mortal beauty
once owned and possessed..
in the moments before death; before murder.

fingers stroking, calming, trusting, lusting..
the lust for blood; for the kill.
the incredible urge filling to the brim
threatening to explode out of every
orphus, crevass, and pore of the body.
as each second passes, the throbbing of the temples
achieves a new level of amplification.
in anticipation, the hungry lips quiver,
the body trembles.

overcome.
the desire, appetite, compulsion, craving, drive, 
insentive, itch, motive, passion, yearning, *weakness*.
the breakdown, in full submission
to the vampiric carnal instinct.

conquered by each morbid night,
haunted by day time dreams.
hunting and killing, one by one;
playing god, assisting in the liquidation of the human
race.
a murder every night, sometimes two or three..
like a drug, something feeds the blood-thirsty
temptations..

savouring the orgasmic entrance into the flesh;
consuming, warming, and nauseating.
clinging, draining until near lifeless..
feeling the heart slow.
the fresh, sweet, succulent blood.
the taste, the rush; the want, the need.
the need to feed.
the unmistakable pulsing of two hearts as they beat 
together; becoming one.
the adrenaline, the ecstasy, the intimacy; feel it.
taking possession, taking life..

(...) ???

love michelle.