The Hunt

Rise at night, awake at once.
Senses flaring, inhale the air.
Hunger burning, blood lust comes out.
It calls your name, demanding you to comply.
Fulfill your thirst, or you will die.

Choosing the One, who will serve tonight,
Dampen your hunger, if just for the night.
Death is coming, you commence the hunt.
Take flight, soar through the air,
Landing softly, not a minute to spare.

The hunt takes mere seconds, no time at all.
In lightning speed, at prey's side.
Fear takes hold, he lets out a cry.
He then falls under the spell of mesmerizing eyes.
Fear erased and compliance arrives.

Eager to please, all resistance aside.
Surprise! This will be his last day alive.
Body electrified, his neck arches in invitation.
He feels fine, no thoughts cross his mind.
All in all, he is a superb find.

Feather light kisses along his neck, erotic and dangerous.
Blood red lips eagerly caress, sharp teeth piercing tender flesh.
The time has come for her feast, blood she draws from deep within.
His life is now over, her hunger finally sated.
Now you know why vampires are hated.