VAMPIRE

She sees him standing in the corner all alone. His eyes look as though they are dripping blood.
She walks over to introduce herself. She is overwhelmed with the sensation of being cold.
He has this stare in his eyes, not once did he blink. He is tall and handsome. His skin is oh so pale.
His words so silent he whispers his name. "My name is Abram." He reminds her of a vampire
she saw once on TV. She is intrigued with his demeanor. She reaches over; touches his flesh.
His skin is cold she asked him if he needs a coat, he tells her "I'm fine." She notices his fangs.

She does not think much of it. She has seen others who had unusual looking fangs.
A strong sense of smell she is over whelmed, it smells of red the smell of old blood.
Ignoring what she notice she ask him to come sit down, goose bumps are protruding from her flesh.
Sitting down talking, he does not have much to say, she feels the air surround her, it is so cold.
A sense of darkness in the room, she feels more like she has just met her first vampire.
She ignores her feelings impossible to be true, his hand brushes against hers his skin is so pale.

She asked him "you feeling ok," he responds,"I am." She explains your skin is so pale.
He tells her I have always been this way, I don't get much sun. She asked him about his fangs.
He tells her would you like to criticize me once more it's as though you may think I am a vampire.
She tells him she is sorry she finds him interesting, he tells her would you like me to drink your blood.
He laughs. A sense of humor she hasn't seen, she asked him to come to her place. She's very cold.
He stands up takes her hand. He embraces her trying to keep her warm, embracing their flesh.

It only gets colder she asked him to loosen his grip. He obliges by her wishes and releases her flesh.
They sit and talk for a while, she feels like she has been cold for hours her skin begins to look pale.
How long have you lived here? he answers "for a while" she tells him I must go. She is really cold.
He looks at her and says "I hope to see you again," he smiles at her when she notices his fangs.
She stands up as she grabs the chair to slide it back in, a slight cut on her finger, a speckle of blood.
He stands up and runs out the door. She thinks to herself, strange, could he be a vampire.

Once again, she collects her thoughts. She wonders is this all real, could he really be a vampire.
She stands up, heads to the door. Her bones are chilled. She runs her hands up and down her flesh.
Overcome with thoughts as she glances back to the corner where he stood, her finger drips blood.
She wipes her finger, opens the door, her body feels of a warm breeze, her skin no longer pale.
She walks up the road headed home, her tongue slides over her teeth wondering if she has fangs.
A silhouette coming toward her, thinking he is coming for her. He stands by her. She feels the cold.

He gazes in her eyes rubs his hand up and down her back, she starts to feel her body becoming cold.
She asked do you believe of things that couldn't be true? He replies "you asking if I am a vampire?"
He laughs once more and ensures her everything is fine. He leans in, to kiss her. She feels his fangs.
His lips are soft as she falls in love the minute he kisses her then his teeth gently bite her flesh.
She pulls away. He reassures her everything is alright. The moon is full and bright. Skin is pale.
He holds her hand. He can't read her mind. He looks down at her finger it begins to drip of blood .

His lips are cold as he puts her finger in his mouth and cleans her flesh.
With his pale skin, he opens his mouth and comes toward her neck, a vampire.
She feels the sensation dripping down her neck, the taste of blood through his fangs.