The Vampire and his Servant
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As I fall on the withered ground,
I stare up at the darkening sky,
Tears pouring from my pleading eyes.
I want to be free from this hell…

Light footsteps sound, stepping toward me.
I turn my head, slowly, the fear sending chills down my spine…
Making my heart cold.

He walks towards me, his graceful legs carrying him closer.
His long black hair whips against his pale face
As a sudden wind makes contact with his slender body

As he reaches me, he kneels down in front of my crumbled body.
I flinch visibly and turn my head away,
trying not to meet his piercing, tormenting gaze…
He reaches a slender hand towards my face and brushes the hair from my eyes.

He asks me what I am doing out this late at night.
I keep my eyes averted and am silent.
A smile plays on his perfect, beautiful lips and he leans toward me.
I close my eyes and shudder as I feel his lips brush against my neck, gently…

I can feel his cold breath on my shaking skin.
I swallow as the ground parts from my body,
As he lifts me into his arms.
I try to pull away, But he grips me tightly…

His voice, that sounds of an angel’s,
Speaks to me, softly…
“Why do you run from me?…” I hear him ask, my head against his cold chest.
There is a chilling wind that blows past us, whipping his hair around me.
I shiver and he holds me tighter.

He puts me gently on the ground and wipes the remaining tears from my face.
He smiles his angel’s smile and puts his hand across my face.
I am frozen in a mix of emotions.
Wanting to run…
Wanting to hide from this creature that holds me so gently in his arms…

Yet…
I don’t…
I want to stay with him…
I want him to keep holding me in his cold arms…

I am a slave to this vampire…
I am a slave to this man that most humans call a monster.

Yes…

I am a slave to this vampire…