I fear my dear my ****** dreams of you,
the longing for salacious contact;
the rousing impure dreams of your
naked body is dementing my soul.

Often in my dreams, I think of
myself as a vampire lusting for
your juicy young flesh.

I know one day our bodies will be
one again in heavenly blood, our
blissful coupling will float forever,
my dear sweet succulent angel.

My whole being shall mingle with
yours; only the most boundless
abandonmen can satisfy my lust
for you; for our love consists in
a mysterious fusion of our most
carnal personnal experiences.

Since your death dear one my desire
for you only increases and flourishes
my need to in twine firmly forever
with you my beloved . . .

To recieve you into my inter-most
being, and be one with you till
eternity is all I long for now.

I know you are an apparation that
has deranged my spirit; but please
dear do not resist my satonic
passionate dreams of you, for I
would die so that we could feed
on each other, on each other alone.

Cloaked by the veil of night I ready myself for what is to come. Fear is not recognized on this side
of the shroud, for it is this fear that is my most useful and treasured tool.
Footsteps approach the alleyway, I see my target pace forward towards his end, illuminated most
benevolently by the blush of his own burning cigarette end.
In his own world he lays claim to control and intimidation, a brave and dangerous man by his own
words. Words I shall later configure to be truth or allegory.
It is a simple matter to terrify someone prone to be terrified, is a different course to set the same
action upon he who does usually initiate the afor-mentioned phrase.
As the victim looks up into the eyes of this purveyor of violence I suspect it true that fear is well
presented to his visual inspection and it goes without saying it adds to his delight.
I imagine in other venues the same is said of myself but I would very much disagree with this
evaluation. Fear, Intimidation is not what I represent, they are just tools in an arsenal, I am just
simply here to reek good old honest revenge..
You do the deed, you pay the price, Simple as that. No forgiveness passes through this alley-way
this night, just utter, complete and total retribution. A gift from me to all those whom have been
bitten.
As you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you will indeed fear evil, for I art with thee
and this rod of correction is indeed not one of comfort
The scatter of burnt ash bouncing off the alley wall signifies the conclusion of any remaining
illumination as he throws the **** of his cigarette away, darkness prevails once again.
As I strike, screams of pain shatter the silence and echo through the narrow passageway. The
****** body of this victim slumps unceremoniously alongside garbage bags, a fitting end for such
*******.
True and honest folk can breathe a sigh of relief, to them I am vigilant. If you swing the other way
however, BEWARE.

Perhaps I should have known better, after all it is against the law to stalk a person, but I was overwhelmed with her. She danced so erotically and I couldn't take my eyes off her in the nightclub.

Her hair was raven black, with pale skin, blood red lips and a face that screamed perfection. Attired in a red leather jacket covering a skin-tight black dress that moulded the impeccable figure that lay beneath. I didn't intend to follow her. I just hovered behind her almost dragged along by her scent.

I watched as she entered the building and just couldn't help looking up as I saw the light in her flat illuminate the full length window. My mouth watered as she undressed provocatively, eyes glazed as she removed her clothes.

She undressed almost as if she was aware that I was watching and seemed content to continue with such entertainment. I could quite clearly see her clad in her bra and *******, suspenders and high heeled shoes. When she looked out of the window and beckoned me with her finger I nearly **** a brick but I was unable to stop myself from entering the building.

I do not remember walking up the stairs but it seems that I must have because I was soon standing opposite the open door, the entrance to her apartment. I followed the scent of this ***** like a dog on heat, led on by animal lust and entered the property. I didn't notice the door closing as I walked hypnotically up the hallway. Glimpses of leering faces from passageway doors never penetrated into my psyche as I continued. I was deaf to the footsteps that trailed behind me as I haplessly followed my desire.

I shivered with delight as I entered the room to my voluptuous temptress, watching in awe as she rhythmically seduced me with her sway. She danced around me like a tigress and I was thrilled to the core as she enveloped me in her arms. I was delirious with pleasure as she feasted on the blood that flowed through my arteries. So high was I with gratification that I wasn't even aware of her minions who had indulged themselves in this banquet, even though I was indeed the main course.

Now I am one of those minions. My first death has seen me walking alongside the vile, feeding on the stupidity and wantonness that is mankind.

My attention goes back as I reflect on the life I once had. I mean, I was no angel but I don't think that I deserved to die in such circumstance. I followed her like the fool I am, no thought of anything other than ****** gratification. Yes! I can place the prognosis of my death into four little letters, L.U.S.T.

With enthusiastic abandonment I created my own demise, everything that I once had is lost: My family, friendships, career prospects and my life, and all because I followed the stirrings of my manhood rather than one of common sense.

I miss all of the ingredients that were my past and travel a new time of darkness in a world that is embellished by the night. I will never again view the wonder of the rising sun, unable to walk into the light of the earth like I once did. I am a chained animal that is no longer able to roam with my own kind lest I should feel the inclination to feast off their flesh and blood like a cannibalistic predator.
I am a Vampire.

I can not imagine tearing at the cadaver of my fellow human beings, such idea's bring me to the brink of agonizing sickness in my mind but although I am no longer in the realm of the living I am fully aware that this is the course I must take to ensure my own survival. Knowing full well that when I cross this threshold that my humanity will surely be gone forever. I will then be as those with whom I acknowledge as beasts of the night.

I will not, however leave them to walk my path, they will be incapable of returning into the night as have I. I know that to feed is something that I must do so I have made a decision that, although it  goes against the will of God and man, in some little way It will be meagre attempt at some kind of righteousness.

My prey is close bye and from above I can feel the sins that scream out of his soul. I do not know how it should be that I can see the despicable acts that this man has done but I surely can. I must **** to feed my thirst but if this be the case then I will choose only those of abhorrent character to feast upon. At least I can guarantee that my sins will in resolve to help those of tormented mind. I shall see this as my own form of retribution for those whom may have suffered at the hands of my meal.

I tear his throat viciously and with aim to cause pain. Each screaming moment that he lives will be a tribute to the young life that he did disfigure. I will revenge those who cannot avenge themselves. I will be the first Vampire Vigilante and thus attempt to make the world a better place. Blood spatters every surrounding surface. This man will never hurt anyone else ever again.

Violation is the game this evening.