The End of Me

Though the initial intrusion was not as calm or infatuating as I recall to have hoped for, the shock soon gave way to lust. Lust in it's most carnal form. A lust drawn from deep within a cavern of my heart long since forgotten, or perhaps not known to me at all. I tried to reciprocate, but sense failed my limbs; as if the command of movement had gone completely unnoticed. As lust gave way to desire - the desire to live - my lips gave way to immediate thought, the last one I would ever have- "idiot, you've gone too deep!". She withdrew, realising her error and lay me to rest.

- A Vampire's Kiss: much like a Glasgow Kiss, in that it's deadly and not at all romantic, but with sexier outfits.