Erotica Anthology #6

Blood

#29

Blood

Do believe when I say:

Blood will spill

Roses are dancing for you, bare

Leaking down crimson, devouring lust

After indulging the taste of her host’s first experience of s*x, Amethyst has to face a new problem in the morning afterwards. How will the vampire nobleman’s son reacts when they meet later? What will the other vampires in the mansion say? And how can she erase the lust of being trusted over and over again, while at the same time trying to find out the vampire that has betrayed her kingdom?

A dark shadow that lurks in the darkness appears before her, offering her perfectly just as she needs ─ a s*x that will satisfy the need of her host more than she can ever dare to imagine. Moreover, he is a powerful and well-known demon who she knows will make love to her host’s body until her need is fulfilled completely. But is that enough? What price will she has to pay for having s*x with a demon?

Schneizel becomes so restless when the need to put this into a higher state comes. He pushes me back on the bed roughly. Immediately, I feel something hard and cold plow into me. It feels a little bit uncomfortable at first, but as the huge thing slip deeper and pulls away, pleasure make its way into me. He keeps repeating the same thing quickly. Schneizel thrust out and in with such a high speed, if he were doing it with a human then she will certainty break into three.

By the time the climax has to come, he spreads my cheeks wider than ever, and then injects me with his liquid. Oh, the feeling is so fantastic. So wet. I feel my inside full of him. But of course, I'm not really going to have a child from him.

He pulls out when the effect of the moon signs him that his job is done. My bottom feels sore, both because of being too full and too empty at the same time. Schneizel instinctively falls asleep at my side when nothing is controlling him anymore. Too bad I haven't make quite fun yet. I'm still too turns on. But I know something that can help.

I jump off the bed, fully aware that the vampire on it will not wake up at least until morning as I approach the double door to my exit from the room. I roam the hallway like a ghost, soundless and fast. My foot leads me far away to the kitchen area, where they keep all the cold meat and eventually ice. I stop at the metal door that's full with ice. It's locked, but with my long sharp nails, I can open it in less than a second.

The door slides open a little like how I want it to be, and then dig myself into the first ice block I can spot. I leave the door open, believing that there will be no one around at this hour. Wrong. A human boy walks in and spot me.... Inserting a long block of ice into my aching hole.

"What are you doing?" He asks, completely unaware of who I am because of his surprise. He drops the lights he's holding when his eyes dart into my below. I can hear his heart racing. The moon effect still affects me. With a groan, I stand up, ice block still inside me, and close the boy’s mouth with my hand so that he won't be able to scream. I close the door behind him and lock it.

"Now, I won't hurt you as long as you won't be loud," I mutter to him before letting go.

He's afraid that his voice will betray him, so he only nods. I get back on my business and starts inserting a new ice block when the one inside me already melt. Turns out the moon effect makes me hot instead of cold like usual. I need to figure something else out soon.

I can feel the boy's eyes on me, but I simply ignore him like he's not there, watching me parts. Ice block to ice block, my inside keeps begging for a new level of release. Oh, this is so bad. I want to let go now, but if I do, I'll lose it. And I can't do that right now. I still needs it of I want to stay around without raising suspicion. But what should I do? At this rate, it's whether I find someone who can help me get this over with, or completely remove it.

Then, I look at the boy and I look at what he's holding in his hand.

"Throw me that knife," I order him.

"W-what are you going to do with it?" He asks.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Just give it to me now."

He throws it, and I catch it. Wasting not another time, I raise it high and stab it right into my hole. The last thing I hear is the boy's scream and everything turns blank.

The morning after that incident, I haven't see Schneizel. I've erased the memory of me from the boy as I should have like when I did it with Vanessa the maid. Good thing the boy kept shut about last night. And it's also a good thing that vampire don't have dinner together in the same room on a table like humans do. Or else I would have to face Schneizel. I'm not really sure if he can remember, but vampires like to eat in private places.

I do have problems in this new situation though. First, I keep feeling like there's something odd between my legs when I'm not even under the force of the moon effect. I think this is what they called being turned on. And I completely can't turn it off. This body is not used to such thing, and when it received it last night, it can't get enough and just want more. This body is sinking into the pool of pleasure. But as long as it doesn't make too much contact with anyone, I think it will be just fine.

Second, does Grand Duke Mortakayl know about what happened? Was that why he made sure that he didn't keep his son in chains or underlocked? It's not really such a surprising to do, though. Even though there's no higher rank on his spot right now, vampires are known to be greedy. He might think that by getting me pregnant with his son's child might boost his reputation. Especially with this accident-looks-like. After all, I am the Empire's representative. It is obvious that I'm someone important from the castle. And finally, third, I have to make confirmation whether Schneizel remembers or not. The big problem here, is that if we even have the guts to look into each other's eyes. If he does, that means he doesn't remember. And if he doesn't, then....

My thoughts are cut by a deep chuckle I know so well, it irritates me in mere thousandths of a second. I'm sitting at one the of garden's bench, away from anything that can't walk, when a black demon glides in with a very well-known secret holding his vicious eyes. His dark lips form a smile that plays naughtiness. And the peak of his pale skin under his black shirt shows intentionality.

"I must say, I'm very impressed, Amethyst. That was a very good show, last night," he says with a seductive tone for some reasons.

"You watched me?" I ask in disbelieve. "Then I shall be more careful when I'm in my own body next time." Don't want him to see the real bare me now.

"That's the most interesting part, actually. You're not afraid to stain you body when you're not in.... Well, you own body. Perfect host selection, by the way. The body suits you wild side perfectly."

"Actually, I think it's personally the body that makes the things happened. I was a virgin, you see. And I usually pick the sacred ones. It's not anymore now, but I still need to use it. As for the wild s*x and the overexaggrating needs, it's all originally comes from the owner of the body itself. So just sent the credits all to her when.... Yeah, when she's conscious. And alive. Later."

"Now that you mention it...." Sinestra pulls my hand suddenly to his lips and plant a kiss at the back of my right hand. The action sends chills and lust through my whole body and right into my core. "Since it's rarely to see you like this, you won't mind if I make a little fun with you at the state you're in now, right?"

I can't say no. The body is practically begging his present. It's as if it will die if he goes away. And my pressure is not just that, but the duty of completing my task is demanding. If this body died, I would lose everything. I will disappoint everyone. And I can't let that happen.

So when Sinestra sink my body into his, I can't help but to enjoy the feeling. It's not something I shall do, but can't help in this case. This body carves for touch too much, it's better to just let the inner wants explode in his arms than in the middle of a very important meeting tomorrow. I can't risk attacking a vampire or vampires in an important meeting like that. So I choose Sinestra.

His muscled and hard skin covers me at the right places. The way he wrap his arms around my back and down to my butt feels like how the sun touches me, when I'm not inside a host. The garden area we're in right now is protected by a sunlight shield. If it's not here, the host will burn to ashes. It won't goes the same for Sinestra, of course, since a demon like him won't go away with just light.

His chest and abdomen are perfectly crafted, resembling lust and desire. Any human girl will throw herself at him willingly even without him offering a favor in return for feasting his body. A vampire might need an approval from him, by doing something in return, before she can touch him. But it works completely different for me, since I'm neither of those two species. Well, technically, I am one right now. For the body only, of course.

And then the flaring part that's pointing towards me for the whole time, I can feel it piercing impatiently from the material of his pants. That body part also wants him. It reacts excitedly, like how hard the breasts have been over his chest. I'm sure he's feeling them too right now.

"See, you're more fun in your hosts," Sinestra chuckles angelically, opposition the situation and the fact that he's no angel at all.

"Whatever you want to put it. But I do need help in putting this thrill away tomorrow. Can you do that? I don't want to explode in front of the public, you know. Even if no one knows it's actually me inside." He only chuckles more when I say 'putting', dirty thoughts really playing in his mind.

"If that's what you wish, My Princess." He smiles an angelic smile, one more time showing what an angel he's actually not. Before he picks me up bridal style and starts showing his true face. "Shall I satisfy your body here, or should we find a private place?" A wicked-naughty smile plays on his dark lips. His eyes dart at me with lust. At this point, there's no need to feel disgust anymore. I'm offering myself to him, after all.

"Your place will be fine," I answer.

"Are you sure? Because it's full of 'equipment'. And I'm not just talking about the objects," he asks.

"Why not? I don't want to leave trail behind. Don't want the vampires to smell us while walking under a bright day such as this. And no one gets out or in at your place."

The smile that is playing on Sinestra's lips is more than just a satisfy expression. "As you wish, My Princess."

And then he spread his deathly dark wings and took us both off to the sky. His wings are full of carving tattoos and marks of wars. Before I know it (time really flies like real flies when I'm at this state) we already arrive inside his hidden mansion.

The place is right inside a giant deserted cave. The mansion is three level tall. Chilling and creepy for the eyes of humans. Slaves start appearing even at the front part, worshiping the owner of their souls. Some are half naked, while some are just completely naked. There are boys and girls in early livespans, already lost their lives in such young ages. Too bad. Their faults.

Sinestra kicks the giant double doors open because his hands are full of me. Then soon, before he even walk the stairs, a woman comes on and greet us. Well, Sinestra.

"Master, you've come back. I'm so happy to see you again," she says to him. Deep worship and lust bores on her eyes. She has dark long wavy hair. Glittering dark orbs of eyes that are stained with hypnotism. And smooth tan skin. I gaze at her attire. Unlike the others, she wears jewelries. Nice ones, too. Covering only her breasts at the top, is red blood slink. The material covers down to her foot, but leave gaps at both sides from the top of her tights and down to the tips of the Arabian gown. She's not wearing any underwear, I notice. So she must his favorite.

"Rona, not now. I'm busy, okay?" There's nothing nice at how Sinestra speaks at her, but she steps aside like an obedient dog she is. Sinestra brings me up to the master bedroom at the third floor and make sure to lock the door to avoid any interruption.

The light is still off, but I'm still able to catch the headlines of all the things inside. He really wasn't kidding when he said that he has all the equipment. In the middle, there is a pool....of blood. At the left side, stand all the things that are only available at the prison....a torture chamber. To the right, across from where he carries me, is the bed....with a collection of weapons. And lastly, at the left side is a....row of slaves? There are twelve of them, equally six boys and six girls, dressed rather nicely than those who welcomed us at the entrance. Does Sinestra make them all sit there on the floor all day long just to wait for his next arrival?

"Are we going to use them, too?" I arch one of my eyebrows to Sinestra, revering to his ready-to-use slaves.

He flashes a naughty smirk. "If you want to."

"I'll consider it," is my reply, before he drops me at the side of the pool gently.

"Strip quickly, My Princess. We can't waste another precious second," he says while he starts taking his clothes off and drops the piece by piece to the floor beside the pool. I'm about to do the same thing too, before I notice that even through the slaves all drop their heads to the floor, they can still hear or peak at us.

"I'd rather have them outside for now," I mutter. With one look from Sinestra, the slaves all run outside and close the door with a 'bump'. I then take everything off me, including my underwear.

Sinestra let his gaze all on them. "So this is the princess's taste?"

"Not really. I've make sure that not everything I do while being undercoverly hosting a part of myself, so that when I'm busted, they won't gain anything. Even for the faintest trail. That is, if I will ever leave one." I dip into the pool, letting the blood soak on my pale skin. Well, not really my skin. But I do consider my host's belonging as part of mine. I inhale the sweet bitter smell. "A witch's blood."

"It's fresh, with an addition of a spell. I just got it from a deal with a desperate one. She wanted her death husband back, so I gave her his zombie corpse." He laugh out loud, demonic roar. "He couldn't recognize her and almost killed her of course, before she gave up and fell into my trap."

"Wouldn't the blood taste so bad if she gave it to you unwillingly?"

"Well, I think you perfectly know what happened. I seduced her and turned her on before ending her life." He gives me a wink while dropping the last piece—his pants, with no underwear—and joins me by dipping into the pool.

It's like we've planned it when I jump on Sinestra and lock my leg round his waist, while he pulls and injects me. He busies himself by sending chills to me by groping my breasts, squeezing them until I'm about to fall.

When we do, we sink without touching any side of the wall. Both of us just clinging into each other like two mating dragons. Still in the same position, but never land.

Once I'm bored, I reach the surface and walk out from the pool. There's got to be more than just one witch to fill it full. While the blood still soaking me from top to bottom, I place myself on the torture chair. It's thick and stiff, but I guess that's the point of make one.

"Let's try this instead." I straddle my legs and put them on the chains' lock, at the same time inviting him. He approaches in a flash, blood raining down him as how it is on me. And he never removes his eyes from me—not when I walk out of the pool, not even now. He's unreadable for the moments, though.

"Are you sure you want to use it? These aren't your usual toys, you know." It's not like him at all to give such concern. But it's not like this is the real me, so this must be something that's out of what he has expected.

"Why not?" I raise my hands up so that they click to the locks as they do on my ankles. "I want to be pleasured, not pleasuring." That means I want him to make me satisfy, not the other way around. If I just stay in the pool for his benefit, then there's no point of me being here at all.

"In that case, I know that you don't like any courtesy. So I'll just get to the point." He pulls something out that looks like a bat, with metal thorns at the head. He pushes a button and the thorns shut close tightly in an instance. The thing is being entered on my hole, but I can hardly feel anything. When he pushes the button back, though, I am showered with pain.

My blood flows out between my legs. A drop leaks down from the wound inside me that the metal torn just caused, down to my inner right tight and to the tip of my toes. Another one leak from my wound and just drops to the floor directly. Lust fills Sinestra's eye right at that second, but as fast as comes, it fades.

"Are you on yet?" He whispers in my ear. Is he joking?

"This is nothing."

His left hand approaches another tool. This time, it looks like a pliers and a jack that was combine together. He parts the walls of my v as wide as he can, before smashing the tip of the tool inside me. It hurts so badly, I'm bleeding again. But soon I realize how exciting the pain actually is. Sinestra turns the tool's lever and it starts to spread my walls. I'm not bleeding by this process, but air does circulate freely between what below there.

"Are you on yet?" He repeats the same question.

There's got to be more. This can not be just it.

Next, he reaches two white tapes and sticks them over each of my n*****s. Two jolt of electric shock surprise me. It makes my body goes hot. And he knows how much I hate it.

"Don't fret yet. I have a plan. You'll see soon."

Five seconds later, it jolts again. So does the next five seconds. The electric shocks end up making my breasts move up and down according to the surprise they get from those two tapes. The shocks make my n*****s harden and fuller, while my boobs just look more appetizing than before.

"Bloom beautifully," Sinestra praises his masterpiece. Lust crosses his eyes again, this time stays a little bit longer. He eyes my covered n*****s and boobs for a moment, before his left hand starts to look for something else.

A spear. He brings it to the back of the stiff bed I'm currently chained to and stab the spear right through the bed. It almost gets me, before I pull my v part to the front. When Sinestra walks back to face me again, our things almost brush to a kiss. He smirks at the full view before asking me the question.

"Are you on yet?"

I shake my head.

He just lowers his gaze and pushes a button this time. It makes the bed fall to the front, almost into a horizontal position. When the bed stops, my face is only around a meter from the ground. The stopping machine makes my s*x parts jingle to his liking.

"I'm saving the best question for the last, My Princess," he whispers seductively. He brings his hard core head to my mouth so that I can taste how strong it is as the reaction of enjoying my host's body. And it's delicious. No other answer. My host not just like it, but love it. "Are you on yet?" I don't have to answer this time, though. I just keep devouring his deliciousness until we are both fall to the pleasure zone.

It is three hours of what it takes for me to completely enjoying his taste. I lick, suck and bite with my fangs. Sinestra's wounds heal so fast before the first blood of black can reach into the tongue of my vampire host, though. Sometimes when the electric jolts make contact with the pain from my lower, I will bite his head so hard, it almost fall off. And once we're done, Sinestra removes all the tools from me. He unlocks the chains and let me hot myself out with the new feeling I get from my host's body. It hurts and sore everywhere, but I like it. Even the floor feels nice when my newly-made cilt kiss it. It feels like I can even satisfy myself by having s*x with it.

"More," I plead with an endless heavy raging from inside my chest.

When Sinestra doesn't move, I push him on top of the rather comfortable bed at the right. He falls under me as my cilt land on his bottom part. He lets his eyes consumed by lust this time. I intentionally move up, making my cilt brush pass his c**k. Then I move down, making them brush again. I keep doing the same thing for a couple more times. And when he's hard, I know that he likes what I'm doing.

Sinestra can't hold it much longer. And I know where I'm making the situation leads to. He rolls me down to the bed, switching our position so that he's the one on top this time. Then he starts entering me. Rouge and non-stop. Each thrust is another new adventure of pleasure that we ought to explore. But as I feed it, this body just feels like wanting more.

"Sinestra, take me to your extreme," I order him, brushing my finger to him and grip his hair tightly. This next stage will need something to hold if I don't want to break this body.

He pulls out from me, intentionally giving me a moment of suspense as if he's preparing something—or perhaps that's true—before he suddenly stars.

The body jolts as if it has just been electrified by a thousand of volts. It shakes with pleasure. Plagued by goose bumps. Pained in a full satisfactory. With this act, there's no way it will not be content tomorrow.

Sinestra continues doing what he does best not just until my body bleeds not only from the inside, but also until the night's wind died.

The land's wind is now taking its turn to flow through the sea when the day break is rising. That's the moment when Sinestra is slowing down on his thrusting. When the pulls out for the last time, I finally find myself cover in cold sweat—the good kind. I feel empty on the lower flesh for a split second, only to adjust with the new situation.

But the body loves it! It is what it wants, and I can finally fulfill its need. There will be no problem ahead after this, I'm positive.

"Thank you," I mutter politely once I'm decent. My body looks so fresh, no one will believe what we had just done.

Sinestra chuckles humorously. "No, Princess, I'm the one that should thank you for allowing this lowly demon to do more than just touching you—well, not really you, but you still felt everything that I did to your host," he replies with a lustful smile while tying his tie.

"Consider yourself lucky then, because it's not like every day I can have such a demanding host. Well then, I should get going." I bid him goodbye and go back to the resident.

Schneizel meet me at the garden later that morning. The same garden where Sinestra appeared in front of me to offer himself for satisfying my host s****l needs. We are meters apart by crowds that are showing interest in us. We don't actually standing face to face, but rather glancing when the vampires we are talking to are standing in front of us. We don't even lock eyes, but still he doesn't even bother to look at me in the eyes.

And he was the one that raped my host, Sarah.

She's nice looking, really. Like a pray, she's eye-catching and innocent-looking at the same time. She has a fair skin, silver hair and platinum eyes. Her lips are an inviting pale pink. Who won't resist?

Then the day comes and Schneizel pretends as if she doesn't exist. The least he can do is admiring the beauty of her body's art.

What's more to bother is the fact that Sarah's still reacting. She wants more, but at least not as much as yesterday. With this, the meeting won't go that bad. At least until the discussion is finish, my guts feeling the intuition.

It turns out just as what I expected.

The meeting goes like the usual boring way. But once the regular participants step outside one by one, leaving only Grand Duke Mortakayl, his son, and a few of his most trusted knights and me, the chaos starts. His guards attack me out of nowhere, locking my hands with their strong muscled arms and smash me on the table roughly. I look up to see a smirking Volt Mortakayl, looking on the pined down me which such a disgusting expression.

“I’m sorry to do this, Miss Sarah. But you should really blame yourself for being the new representator sent to our resident,” he says with a fake serenity to me. Behind him, Schneizel stands with a very guilty expression on his face. Netherless, he can’t do anything to what his father is probably planning to do.

“You do realize that if I don’t go back and exist, you will be fully blamed for my non return since you’re the head of the Mortakayl family and have the responsibility to take care of me.”

“Not for long, you won’t. Because my son, Schneizel, will take over my title.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Why would you give it up? Isn’t your title matter?”

“Because,” he leans in intentionally to let the tension hang in the air, “He has you.”

I don’t have time to ask what he’s talking about, because his guards already start pulling me up to a standing position and drag me impolitely to outside. They bring me through the corridor, where no vampire even there, and after a row of turns and walk, dump me in a room. They throw me on a bed, fancier one than the guest room they gave me when I first arrive. Voices of debating are echoing from outside of the room, before the double doors are being bang open and Schneizel himself walks in.

Something is different about him this time, though. If he looks very guilty and nervous before, he looks very much certain and.... lustful. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him, but I know that this is not him. Not the usual him, but more to the him that appeared in my bedroom two nights before. All that he can think is f**k me, so he lungs himself over me, pulling and ripping our clothes until there’s nothing to cover our naked bodies.

I try to fight him and escape. But before I can do that, he quickly pulls out a pair of swords from each small drawers from the sides of the bed. The pain is all that I’m feeling when he stabs them through each of my wrists when Schneizel pulls both of my hands up. Blood starts leaking from my open wound. And I can’t close it completely. The medium size swords pierce through my skin and planted deep into the bed. The grips of the swords are both too heavy and big for me either to pull it out or to push my flesh through.

I let out a whimper, but not a scream. This is nothing. I can handle it.

All thoughts are finished when Schneizel does the same thing to my ankles. He stabs the medium length swords into my skin violently this time. I cry in pain, much because this is way beyond what Sarah can usually handle. I’ve trained her to endure the pain, but she’s the crybaby type. She can never go on after torment level five. Way different from me.

Schneizel starts inserting his thick head into me. He looks at me for the whole time while the skin of out tights are slapping against each other. His eyes are empty, though. It’s different when the breeding night came. He would have lust and pure lust only in his eyes. But this is completely an entire different thing. He doesn’t really show lust, but in trance more. It’s like he doesn’t even aware of what he’s doing. Which technically can be considered raping Sarah, the silver hair girl. Not really me, but I’m sure they don’t know about me.

I can guess why Grand Duke Mortakayl do this, though. He wanted me─well, Sarah─and his son, Schneizel, to be together. If they get marry, Volt Mortakayl will have someone from the empire in his family. Plus, if he can get Sarah pregnant, which will just double the bonus. She can never get out of this situation after that, since vampires aren’t allowed for breeding outside marriage or divorce. This forced s*x itself can be considered as us marrying each other. But I don’t think Schneizel knows that. Volt, his father, probably has ordered him with his eyes’ hypnotism power to compel him into doing what his son doesn’t want to do.

The bed is mostly covered in my blood by the time that the morning turns to noon. I don’t think anyone will even notice that we’re gone, though. It’s probably because Volt already got rid of them or that they are all in this, too.

Volt’s plan is pretty tricky. At one side, he’s doing something illegal. But on the other side, he seems to think that Sarah won’t mind. His son is not that bad looking. I can’t actually judge how much effect Schneizel can actually make to the real aware Sarah, but I’m sure that she can at least impressed by his looks. This can actually be a win win, if I didn’t precipitate on myself for so close.

Thinking of something close, I think Schneizel is ready to spread his seed into Sarah’s hole. Just one more second, and then suddenly he do something unexpected to me.

He bites me.

On the cilt.

Hard.

Sarah’s body can’t help but to react as well. She moans super loudly in pleasure. I can see Schneizel starts smirking from the corner of my eyes.

Volt as apparently gave him an order to keep me entertained as well. What a sneaky vampire!

Schneizel dressed himself once he has finish what his father had ultimately order through his compellation, leaving me naked, bleeding and sore in certain parts. I feel really exposed and windy when he leaves to report this to his father. He has become Volt’s little puppet. What a waste. Volt doesn’t have to hesitate that he will have a grandchild soon, though.

I try to move my ass a little, and it’s already very painful. The swords that are keeping me is making me difficult to move from where I am right now. The sore inside my hole doesn’t help the least either. But with everything, I don’t think I’ll die.

Yet.

If Sinestra is watching this, I believe that he’s probably laughing his ass off. It’s just so pathetic for a white demon to be pinned down and rape by a vampire. But I have to endure this. Really. Because I can’t give up on my undercover just yet. If I want this mission to succeed, then I have to uncover everything that is happening here. That’s the only way that I can eliminate the traitors.

You Embrace the lust

You Embrace the pain

You Embrace it until tears fall like rain

You sit and wait for a calm in your brain

Wait so patient and still the silence drives you insane

You Embrace the pain

You Embrace the lust

It seemed like a good idea at the time,

the immortality, the eternal youth.

My mentor reassured me with her crimson lips,

her caresses, her murmured endearments,

all the while stroking my beardless cheek

with her blood-red nails,

nuzzling my pulsating throat,

‘You will be mine, forever.’

And then she sank her ivory fangs into my neck,

and drank deep, deeply, deepest,

drawing out my very soul.

Every time you cry your crimson tears,

My heart breaks, sending it

Crashing among the shattered

Glasses that had yet to be

Filled by your Love and Beauty.

Every time I watch you

Slip into the silent ebony night,

I remember that we can never

Be together.

Every time I see you embrace the

One that claimed your love,

My blood runs cold at the realization that

You don’t feel the same way

And every, every single moment

That I spend away from you,

I die just

A little

Bit

More.

And yet with your death I am deprived of your life.

The warmth I would swallow, the blood

filling me with your essence, your very soul,

will in turn guarantee that I shall never have you again.

I wait for you to unclasp the heavy silver chain,

the one that encircles the throat I yearn for,

that keeps me from reaching out and touching

the very thing that I desire most,

and pray that you do not.

When I bite for the taste,

All I see is blood to waste,

For I bite into the flesh and the energy I put to the test,

But when the blood touches my lips, my mind just utterly flips,

Spins into eradication. It spins fast.

How long I'm wondering will this rush last?

I did it once. I did it twice.

I tasted blood many times and thought it nice.

Hunted the energies down like mice, mice without a purpose, mice without plan,

I hunt them down and strip there energy and place it in my hand!

That night I died, only to be born again

by the light of the next rising moon.

No Christ figure I, never again would I set foot

in a house of worship or defile a temple of faith.

The daily company of men was forbidden me;

I sought nightly those of my own kind

and those foolish enough to venture forth,

becoming appeasement for my unceasing hunger,

my insatiable lust for life.

Time passes, the world changes,

mountains crumble, oceans rise;

I remain the same.

I do not change, I cannot die;

my mentor’s words were spoken in truth:

forever young, forever untouched by the passage of time.

Everyone I know, everyone I ever loved is dead.

No one loves such a one as myself.

You run toward the very thing that turns your heart to dust

Why do you set yourself up for a fall

Go so deep your skin starts to crawl

Start to run but never get anywhere

The thought of going nowhere is too much to bear

So embrace it with every drop of tears

Embrace it.....You still have so many more years.

Yes, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

But now, as I cannot have your death,

I desire my own; and yet, I cannot die.

I cannot die.

It seems like forever when I let the echoes of Sarah’s cry inside me─the host.