Those That Come Out At Night. Poem by Shannon Nicole

She is not one to look at in a mirror
Her face fades into a pale mist
She bares her sharp, decent fangs at the sight
Her eyes glow a deep red shade
Her whispers disappearing into a faint scream

She walks along the side of the dark alley way
A few rats coming to feed on the decayed
Her pace becoming slower
She stops by a fellow station

A baby's cries are silenced by an inhuman scream
Blood rushing down her throat
A sweet caress on the back of her neck
She turns,
Another licks away the blood from her lips.

They, together, search for more to feed upon.
She sleeps against his chest
He stays on the lookout for strangers
For hunters.