The Vampire
By: Jami JoAnne Russell

He comes for you in the night.
Hunting you, stalking you, loving you.
You know you should run, should hide, but you can't.
You sense him on the fringes of your mind.
Angel or Demon? Which is he?
Is he of Heaven or of Hell?
Or is he of neither?
Is he some strange castoff of both?
In his arms you know you'll find the ultimate pleasure,
or the sheerest agony.
He calls you, softly, sweetly, not out loud, but inside your mind.
You go to him to receive his sweet kiss that is lightly tainted with the hint
of death.
You feel his teeth upon your tender skin.
A small, bright flare of pain as he bites. Then rapture.
Your hearts beat as if you two were one.
For now, you two are one.
He tells you he loves you and you respond in kind.
Then he lets your drained body fall to the ground.
You smile up at him. Your vision slowly dims. You say, "Goodnight, my sweet
angel."
And he smiles down on you and says, "Sleep well, my love."