Sitting in her room, back against the door,
Playing her music so loud she can feel it in the floor.
She turns off the light, opens the curtains, lets in the breeze.
She wants to stand looking through window, she doesn't care if she does freeze

Downstairs she can hear the screaming, she closes her eyes.
she feels the acidic tears start to drip, feels the buzzing inside like a thousand flies.
She opens the window, ever so slightly,
She wishes for someone, anyone to creep in and grab her tightly.

One hand on the windowsill, the other gripping a razor hanging from a chain
They used to tell her to cut, just once, it would take away the pain.
Outside its pitch black, not even a star dares to peek,
Tonight is the night she knows the vampires start to creep.

Voices and whispering telling of dark tales
She has heard the breath of an empty body, felt the grip, heard the wails.
Pushing and pushing, the window open wide
That's it, she has lost her chance, no point in trying to hide

Slide down the wall, back against the brick
Knees beneath her chin, hearing the clock tick.
Shaking back and forth, downstairs its quiet
She knows what they are trying to do, she won't buy it.

Her music finally stops, as if paused mid-word
Outside nothing could live, not a human, not a bird.
The air begins to solidify, her shaky hands grip her hair
Looking down at the floor, she'll pretend it's not there.

Footsteps approach, creaky floorboards give their warning
Even if anyone was around, they wouldn't hear her calling.
Others would be scared, but right now her heart beats for this
She has heard of the story, human gets bitten, not a voice just a hiss.

She looks down still, she fears if their eyes meet she might see,
See the face that shall haunt her yet set her free
It reaches out and places a finger under her chin
His hands so cold, yet warm within.

As if it knew what she needed so badly,
He lifted her head and icy eyes looked at her so sadly.
Her heart races, she can barely breathe, who knew that he would
Creep in through her window, her little sign, he knows not of good.

Lips so full she yearns to hear his voice, hair so dark it matches midnight
Unlike the tales he is soft and gentle, his heart free and light.
They both stop, stare at each other, he knows what she is thinking
Tattoos on his pale skins of chains, if he was to move she's sure she would hear clinking.

His hand tilts her head, she can feel breath on her neck,
"Are your windows locked? Make sure you check!"
Moving in closer, she knows what his kind do,
She doesn't what to stop this, even though she knows what she will go through.

Two little points, pressed against her neck, surely they are teeth
His hands on her should, holding her like a tree holds its leaf.
He presses harder, piercing her skin,
Warmth drips out, a glowing form within.

She gasps a little, its finally done
All these years she has fought to be noticed, her battle is won.
Alone in this house, she lays in his arms,
Neither of them speak, he never hurts he never harms.

Her pulse starts to slow, he is drinking silently
Stealing her life, but gently not violently.
Maybe she'll change into someone like him, a vampire,
Alone in the night, just him and her, they will float higher and higher.

So empty she's so pale, so weak and so frail
Her head against his chest, a unique scent she does inhale.
Still he stays holding her close, a woman's life,
Stolen in the night, gone forever, without a gun. Without a knife.