She’s one of the undead that lives off the blood of the innocent. Her days are our nights and yet she doesn’t seem to mind. She's the seductress; and needs to be, yet it all seems so natural for her.
As she walks down the street at night, her long dark tresses fan out behind her like the fan tail of a fishing lure. Its result is the same; it attracts attention. It's like, “Hey pay attention, and look at me”. Similar to a moth that can’t resist a flame; they come not knowing the danger of her burning lips of blood red hue.
Yes, those rich full and very inviting lips. They seem to say, come taste my nectar, while her smooth and silky complexion looks warm and yet strangely cool at the same time. Eyes that are wise beyond knowledge, command your full attention. They draw you in and hold you: hypnotizing you with their clarity and color.
The look of sophistication and innocence at the same time has you hooked. You can’t look away. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own, and before you realize it, you find yourself walking toward her. Yes, like a moth to the flame you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. She smiles sweetly to you, her lips part slightly, but you don’t notice the brightly pointed teeth waiting to drink your life’s blood.
You speak but have no idea what you are saying because you are drunk with her nearness, but at the same time her scent draws you in closer and closer.
After some small talk she reaches out and touches your hand with hers; you notice the coolness. You comment and she flippantly dismisses it as having cold blood. Standing, she makes it known that is getting late and that she must be returning home soon; you offer to see her home and smiles saying, “That it is a nice gesture on your part, thank you.”
Offering your arm, you both leave the night club.
On the walk home she giggles and makes silly jokes about how beautiful the night is. You respond that the night air seems to make her come alive and she smiles darkly;” yes, yes it does.”
After a short walk you arrive at her apartment; and you offer of a night cap at her place which seals the evening, but a voice in the back of your mind is screaming: run, run away now!
Ignoring the warnings you follow her to her room. Delighted in the anticipation of an evening of untold bliss wrapped in her arms, fool, how little you know!
The last thing you remember before the light in your eyes grew dim, is the slight prick on your neck as she nuzzles with you on the couch…………………..