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--- Vempyre

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The tortured soul that is my normal life
the pain that I must indure
to live with such ingnorance in my common life
to feel outcasted by those I know

As the half of me that lives within the shadows blooms, my world outside is in pain.
for the ones who know me don't understand or take no time, just throw the blame.

When I leave my room to the true world the real fantasy begins.
what they call normal I call obscene. Their nine to five exitances frightens me.
their ideal of living to 65, then being cooped up in some home, makes me cower in fear

Their world is the true nightmare.
For when they call me and my kind abnormal, strange, or weird
they are just afirming that they have not the power over the nightmare, to compel or break it

There must be a place. Where love still blooms. Where brothers are still compeled by both honor and kinship.
a place where there is such things as pain. where a person who might not be the cutest person or the best athlete can still have a girl who will love him.

I shall search for it.. in my heart and in my mind

The One I Want

I see her every day, wether it be in the halls or in my mind

She doesn't know me, but I wish she would

I wish she would adore me. Come to me and tell me she wants to hold me while I sleep, to guide me away from the darkness and be there when I wake.

But she doesn't. It's not my fault or hers.. just the fates never seam to bless us. Even on this day where love is treated like it's gold, she will walk by and my eyes shall linger, following her.

Maybe one day I'll get lucky and in some amazing twist of fate she or a beauty such as her shall appear in my room, her arms caressing me as my happiness drifts me to sleep.

Until that time, my eyes hunger as I follow all the beauty. Her and ones like her, hoping that one will notice me and not think I'm just looking at them for a good time. Most seam to think I just want a thrill night thrill.

Technically, they are right. For the night would last forever as our souls combine, as our bodies cuddle against each other.

The Kiss

The subtle darkness covers her body...
I watch her struggle in the world ... between dreams and reality.
She doesnt notice my hands, caressing her torso.
She opens her eyes and says for me to hop in.
She opens her blanket to reveal her delicate body.
I silently nuzzle up against her... my hand exploring her delicate body.
I caress and grind against her as she smiles, laying her head on my chest.
The night expires fast. Hours seam to become minutes..
She scratches my shoulder deeply... then starts to kiss it.
I dont notice she's gently leaching me of my blood.
She stops and takes her fingernail, peircing her nipple, letting her own blood come out.
She ruffles my hair as I suck. Her chest heavy in both laughter and lust.
Her words bellow in my head :

"You are too sweet and eager to take ...yet I shall keep you 'till I decide to make you my companion or just drain you fully"

I wake in the morning ... to find a note and a wad of cash on the bed.
The note reads "Use this to keep yourself up, I will return in a few eves to feed again"
I lay there, waiting to be used again.
Waiting for her kiss

The Embrace

My world is lonely wihtout her touch,
Her warm embrace woke me to her world...
I watch her dance at night in my head, her form seducing my eyes,
Her cries of passion tease my waking hours.
I smell her hair lingering around the side of my bed...
Why must she tease me so?
She knows that hunger for her ... why must she plague my mind?

I see her now.. she's at my window ... naked ... drawing me to her.
I've been traped since the first night I saw her.
She moves my head to the side. I cringe, seeing her hunger.
She kisses my neck lightly, then dives her teeth into my neck. I cant stop her immortal lust.
She forces me to the floor .. her teeth tearing at my juggular.
The sucking noises hypnotically draw my cries of fear and pain away...
She wiggles her hips on top of me ... Teasing the mortal thoughts of sexual lust as she drains me of my life.
Her lips tear away form my throat ... the blood soaked grin smiling up at me.
She pats my stomach, telling me how such a willing victim I am .. I dont know if i'm dead yet.. or not..
She puts her wrist to my mouth. As I feel her cold blood trickle down my throat, I hear say that I shall help her hunt and one day hunt for myself.

The next night, I awake in a run down basement.
She's waiting there, with a grin on her face, and a young female next to her.
I walk to her.. I no longer care for her breasts or buttocks...
I walk toward her, my eyes looming on her. Feeling for the frist time the immortal lust...

The Hunger..

The Hunt

I sit in the theatre.. looking at all the couples.
Searching for the one who shall help me...
Help me, with the hunger, that will never cease...
I see her, wearing a tight blue sweater.
She looks so innocent.. so pure.. so delicous..
When the film ends, I follow her out.
I have no time to romance her and con her blood out of her.
It's been to long since the last one.. so long since I've fed..
I follow her back to her home, waiting for her to put her guard down.
She finally does, when she disrobes and enters the shower.
I sneak into her house, sliding into her bathroom.. unnoticed..
I watch her naked body, her natural beauty so godly in its nature.
Why do I hunt such beauty? Why don't I kill the true monsters of the world? The crack dealers and the wife beaters?
Yet I hunt this young woman.
She doesn't see me stalk up, in the mist of the heat in the shower.
She only notices me as I caress her chest from behind.
She tries to say something but yields in splender of my own naked body.
She allows me to hold and caress her, believeing its a fantasy.
I can tell that, cause I can smell the blood rushing to her womanhood.
I kiss her neck.. teasing her fantasies first, but then driving my teeth deep into her neck.
She at first doesnt notice.. her body rocks.. beleiving it's own pleasure.. unaware that she's only got minutes to go.
She notices and doesn't cry or move.
She knows I've already won
I finish and lay her on the shower floor knowing.
Glacing at her body.
I consider for a moment embracing her to the darkness,
But then I see her innocent beauty and go get dressed..
I know she can't survie in my world...
For I barely exist myself.
I walk back to my home. waiting for the time I'll have to do it.. again.

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--- Jeff N.