The Vampyre (age 16) He comes at night, Slipping in and out of buildings.

Creeping through the fog, And stalking out his prey. So closely does he watch, Knowing their every move. Until at last the lust is too much, And he goes in for the kill. Grasping them quickly, He sweetly whispers in the their ear, "Shhhh." Their smell is overwelming. He bows his head, Like an angel in prayer. Finally tasting, What he has wanted so long. Slowly they slide to the ground, And he wipes his mouth. He steps over the bloodless heart, And goes on his way. Slipping and slidding through alleys, Until he finally reaches home. Creeping into his nice warm shelter, Slowly unconciousness consumes him.

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