Prowling through the streets,
Cloaked in raven black,
Passing potential victims,
Victims of my hunger,
My lust for blood,
Rising to the surface,
I pass a young girl,
Beautiful and enticing,
She looks at me,
Stares with wanting eyes,
I take her to an alley,
I bare my fangs and puncture,
She lets out a moan,
And I drink deeply of her,
Warm & succulent taste,
I let up my bite,
She stares at me,
Still breathing heavily,
I grin widely,
Baring my fangs,
The blood dripping of me,
Then I disappear,
Blending into the shadows,
And leaving her there,
To her astonishment,
Her surprise,
Knowing my kind exists,
I return home,
And rest.
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