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Boldly go out in the night. Locked away from sun so bright. Once I bite you, say goodbye. Ounces of blood will be left inside. Don't think I'll get captured alive.
I continued running when a man dressed in a suit stopped me.
Shining raven hair cascades like crystal water down her slim back. Glistening sapphire eyes pierce the obsidian night. Gleaming golden constellations shimmer onto the vibrant earth.
#nightdwellers Dracula, with eyes of flame, A blazing wake of scarlet fire, Playing his own killing game, Of dripping blood and dark desire.
I was so tired. I haven't slept in days because every night the guy came into my house and destroyed it. My parents were coming home in a week. Where did the time go. My life was bitter. I sighed.
For centuries I have walked among you; Feeding off you, living off you; You haven't known I was there; You have never known the creature that I am; And to this day you think I do not exist.
Black hardened eyes cold & dry,. Staring out into night,. Looking into a puddle of blue,. Reflecting the moon dangling in the sky,. No reflections. of a vampires existence of life,.
He arrived through my window one gloomy night, With big black wings that gave me a fright, I watched him fly about and slowly transform, Into a gorgeous male who was cold, not warm.
I morphed back to my human body and put some of Sam's clothes on that I found in his wardrobe, they were way to big for me but they reminded me of him.
#nightdwellers. I wield a sword of darkness,. And a staff of black night wrath,. My toxins are my tonics,. And I bathe in blood filled baths,. I live on moonlit sugar,.
The vampire watched the shadows lengthen and dart across the room. He knew the dawn was coming and could see the sun's rays loom. A thousand years of darkness was a thousand years too much.
Mark but the fangs of these men, my friends, Then say if they be vampires These strange men There mothers were witches... These three have robb'd me of my soul "For he's a soul less one" they chant.
The darkness comes, feels like home. We sit upon this mighty throne. Cold, cold to the bone. No hearts beat with us tonight. The air is filled with fright. Within the prey, it grows.