short vampire story - chloemckea77 (e reader .TXT) 📗

dark love

It is a night of death, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one
wakens.

Darkness shrouds her stalking form,
an everlasting dread.

Her black hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of vitality,
I weep.

Publication Date: 08-06-2010

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