Vampire Love Stories: The Dream (Part 1) Poem by Antonio Vera

And he sat there, watching her sleep…

His friend had gotten bored a long time ago and left him, but he hadn’t noticed. He was to focused on her beautiful body, and soft pail red lips. He wanted so bad as to letting himself in, something he could do so easily, and fall asleep with her in his arms. Her red blood called out to him, so warm and delectable. And yet he knew that he must go, for if she saw him standing there, watching her threw her window, that would be the end if him So he wondered off into the night, with only one thing on his tortured mind. That he loved her. And eventually… he would tell her the truth. That horrible, deadly truth…

The truth that could possibly be the end of there relationship. That relationship that he had grown so fond of, and dreaded to lose… He debated on weather or not to tell her this offal truth, but he loved her so much. And could not go on keeping it from her. She deserved to know the truth about him and his past… And then he cried… He cried those horrible blood tears. And as he drew his hand, to wipe away that tear that disgusted him so, he thought to himself…“This is the reason why I must tell her the truth, I can not cry, and I can not be free I wish to be with the one.