The Beautiful Vampire Poem by miski abshir

I was fighting with my mum that day; the day I owed my life to a stranger; I was thirteen-years-old, and I had just run away. I walked aimlessly until I found myself in front of a park I had never seen before. The park looked like it was straight out of a magazine; a picture-perfect fantasy. The sky was the most beautiful purple, and it wasn't too sunny, nor was it too dark, absolutely perfect. As I was lost in my thoughts, gazing into space, I heard a soft voice behind me; 'Hello, ' it whispered; I had not realized that I was not the only person in the park. She was sitting on the swings behind me; I turned around and was stunned. Her beauty was unparalleled, long pink hair, creamy skin, and dreamy grey eyes. I tried to say hi, but she was already in front of me, in the blink of an eye. Her face was carved to perfection, she had to have been a teenager, but she carried herself with such grace. She pushed back my messy hair, wiped the tears away, and leaned close to my ear. Her voice came again, still whispering softly, she spoke; 'Would you like to come with me, away from this terrible place, to a different world? '

At that point, I would have done anything she asked, no matter the consequence. I stared at her eyes, no longer dreamy, but focused and intoxicating; I lost myself in them. A twelve-year-old didn't stand a chance, I couldn't resist. So I gave in, and I started to go into my mind; I don't know how to explain it. She took me deeper and deeper, into the void. My mind had a dark place in it, absolutely dark, nothing was there; jut a black void. Her eyes widened and her grip loosened; I wondered if I had done something wrong. Then, in the same moment, she was flung back, torn from me. I was paralyzed with shock, but I could see her. She had sheer terror and disgust on her face. The beautiful smile, turned into an inhuman snarl. Her eyes darkened, and she looked at the space behind me. I turned around, suddenly unfrozen, and nothing was there, I looked back at where she was, or rather, had been. I walked to the place she had been glaring at, wondering who could of done this. There was absolutely nothing, nothing except:
A black rose.
I picked it up, and instantly was reassured. I could feel strong arms around me and I knew I was safe. Then my tiny twelve-year-old mind finally processed it. The beautiful girl, the brutal vampire, had just tried to kill me; and I was saved by a stranger, who wasn't a stranger. I started to cry, and then stopped, I couldn't cry, then I would have admitted that that moment wasn't just a dream.

After a while, I found my way back home. My mother was standing on the doorsteps, as I knew she would be. I ran into her arms, and braced myself. She slapped me, hugged me, and then smothered me in teary kisses. That was the normal routine. The next day, everything was back to normal, though I started to read everything about vampires I could get my hands on. Late the next night, I held the rose in my hands, and wondered who saved me.