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A few thoughts on the topic of vampires
Those beautiful sensually seductive pale skinned
crimson eyed children of the night that stalk the streets
when the innocent stay out past their bedtimes, or make the fatal mistake of inviting one into their homes, hunting for their blood in a soul-tingling game of predator and prey that for some is all too appealing those ancient patient powerful beings that wait in the corners of your favorite Nightspot, watching mortals come and go like we might watch flies on the wall As constant and untouchable as the constellations they attract the weak of will with a fearsome intensity that more than a few would call divine
I myself have encountered a macabre breed of women and men that nearly worship these entities, alien to us hoping that they would so much as run their unliving hands across waiting flesh to grace them with the mysterious senses of the shadows
To feel the breath of night on their necks in an unholy embrace with the very symbol of the darkly romantic nature of the beast. To feel fangs locked in an eternal kiss sapping away the lifeblood of a time when it is all too obvious that you are going to die, but first you will be hated, grow old and unpleasing to the eye, you will be forgotten, you will grow tired and bored and you will forget all of your passions and then, you will die, not in the arms of a beautiful being with all consciousness on the overwhelming perfection of the moment when it takes your life in a wonderful blending of pleasure and pain but instead knowing only the sterile touch of a hospital bed, hearing only drone of a flatlining EKG when you drift off into eternal sleep and feel cold encroach upon you, knowing. Not thinking, you will be alone. So enter the vampire, the predator to willing prey
Know this, when you stay out too late and feel your reservations fade I will not prey on you. If I were holding you and my warm hands run over your neck and I watch you slip into trance I would not rob you of your most dearest life. I would not selfishly steal the things I can no longer feel or produce on my own. I would not possess you or curse you with an eternal regret of something you did when you were too hypnotized in the unreality of the moment. I would hold you, and maybe, if your pure lips would let me, I would kiss you. And when you drifted away too tired to stand any longer I would carry you to a place that you would be safe from the obscurity of the night. I would watch you until you were safe and secure in your home without fear of the damned gaining entrance. When you hold me I would beg you, Trust me I am not this creature of the night that you hold me to be, but believe me, Nor am I an angel
- Tengyr
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