'...1956? '
'Ahhhh....' she smiled
baring her teeth.
'I too born
in the year of
the Monkey.'
Her exposed fangs
sank into my neck
'...in 1620! '
My blood trickled from
her crimson mouth.
'Ahhhh...but you...are so...nice! '
She licked her lips.
'...that I think I'll let you live! '
She bit into
her wrist
and fed me
from its wound.
'Come live with me
& be my love...! '
she quoted
THE PASSIONATE SHEPARD
TO HIS LOVER.
I smiled
as the vampire blood
moved inside me.
a
Dónall Dempsey
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