Vampiric Addiction

Bittrersweet, hot, red blood.
Dripping down your face, down your body.
You are my vampiric addiction.

I ventured deeper into the forest, the foreverdark woods. I gazes up at the pale moon, my only source of light casting its shadows between the fir trees that enshrine me. The crisp October breeze sliced into my skin, but I continued to walk. Then I saw him standing there. My gothic vampire love. As I approached me he turned round, finally noticing me. He stared at me with those icy eyes, transfixing me. He smiled a seductive smile and pulled me close into his embrace. He held me so tight that our bodies were pressed together, I could feel our hearts beating in sync. He gently pulled away and then placed a cold, pale hand on my neck, his sharp black nails sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned in, his raven hair brushing against me, I was under his spell, and it was time. I felt his fangs piece my skin, an intense yet pleasant pain. I was overcome with euphoria, and I knew that it was complete. he had turned me, I would soon be his vampiric seductress, we would live together for all eternity.