The Vampire
He accidentally cut his hand,
it bled.
Oozing from his hand,
dripping on the floor.
I watched it fall,
every drop
sounding different
from the last.
I wanted it,
I wanted to taste his
sweet succulent
Blood. I put his hand
to my lips and
Sucked and drank.
Greedily, hungrily.
He looked at me,
surprised, disgusted
at my actions. Stopping
I pulled him close,
kissed his beautiful lips,
then bit his neck
taking every last drop. Finally
satisfied I left him there
dry, empty
Dead.
