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My teeth,
Long and sharp,
Run up and down your shivering body,
Gently, like playing a harp.
Long, soft strokes,
My snow white hand moves,
And grabs your head,
While my voice soothes.
I whisper calming thoughts,
Putting calming things in your mind,
With my voice and my eyes,
I hold you in a bind.
Yet that does not stop the shivering,
The fear in your face,
You do not understand,
Me, or my race.
Tempted, and temped no more,
My long-since dead heart beats,
Wanting to live again,
Wanting to taste your blood like sweets.

It is no longer I can wait,
I sink my fangs into your flesh,
Into that skin so pale with fear,
The skin of a maiden, so very fresh.
I wait for but a moment,
Until your fear turns to pleasure,
Still in my bind,
The pleasure I can measure.
Higher than sex,
But only good for one,
At least you don't have to worry,
About bearing me a son.
Your blood, filled with pleasure,
Seeps past my lips,
It's texture, it's power,
I drink it slowly, only in sips.
Strong like wine,
No, stronger still,
I continue to drink,
Until I've had my fill.

Now comes the choice,
Should I change you, or not,
Perhaps I should just leave you,
Leave you to rot.
But then, with skin so fair,
You should join me,
Not have to die right here,
Certainly not for all to see.
Loving your blood, and loving your looks,
I take my fangs away,
I lick at your neck,
My tounge having its way.
Cleaning up any mess,
And stopping further bleeding,
Your body will soon die,
Your heart leading.
I wait until your body dies,
Wait until you turn,
Now it is time,
Time for you to learn.
Hunting and surviving,
They coexist for us,
Though you have to have control,
And not give into bloodlust.

A vampire we are,
Souls we will not miss,
Just know you gave it away,
With the Vampire's Kiss.