His sharp teeth,
Shinning in the light of the moon,
His voice raspy and devilish,
His smirk that make butterflies swarm my stomach.

"Vampire" was the word he used,
but everyone say's vampires are scary,
or dangerous,
He's neither of those,
he's kind, and passionate,
He doesn't even hurt people.

"Yes" his voice whispered into the darkness of the forest,
I gasped for air as I felt his teeth sink into my neck draining the blood from my body,
My body going cold,
My eye's closing slowly,
My heart beating to a stop,
My breath hitching,
My fingers limp,
and He who i thought was so kind, he,
Still draining the blood from my body.

'Vampire'