A Vampire's Kiss

Very short poem I wrote.

A lonely girl walking through an alley on a cold October night;
It gives me that bloodlust. Jesus, those cold Octobers, right?
Nights like this are the reason they invented the night light.
Come on over here, bitch. I swear, I promise that I don't bite.
Ha ha, that was a joke. I'll eat your face. Come on, don't fight -
You know that they say we're all due for one good October fright.
You ready? I'm no priest, but I'm about to give you you're Last Rite.