Sweet Mocking Eyes Can Often Leed To Death (Vampire Story) Poem by Pia's Poems

He walks alone in the distance,
Glowering in you're direction.
You feel ridgid as he stares at you mockingly.
You close your eyes,
Just for a second.

He is there.
One metre away from your face,
Knowingly staring into your eyes.
You turn to run,
Fearing for your safety,
But he grabs you arm.
Looks questioningly into your eyes.

As you take in a breath to scream,
You feel his lips on yours.
Cold, lifeless.
You struggled to break free.
He pulls away,
Smirking.

'Isn't this what you wanted? '
He growls in a seductive tone.
You blush, looking away from his face.
Once again he smirks,
Thats when you see them.

Two glimmering fangs,
shinning in the moonlight.

You feel a cold pair of lips on your neck,
Fangs penetrate the skin.
You gasp,
Taking in you last breath of air.
And sigh hopelessly into the vampires shoulder.