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I found her crying with a gun in her mouth,  
the smell of her families blood all around.
I asked “who did this?” as tears ran down her face.  
Her silence greatly disturbed me…  
Still I extended my hand, then told her “why die when you could live forever?”  
She was a bit on the wild side, but I shrugged it off as her just being a new Vamp.  
Though some of her actions were very bothersome.  
Ripping kids heads off and feeding on their inners,  
running after pregnant women then tearing the fetus straight from the belly.  
Even though I’m a monster, it still made me sick.  
I maybe a murderer but more of the gentle killer, one that will swoon the victim then feast.  
She obviously cared nothing of compassion.  
Even when we fucked she was always the aggressor.  
Pulling my clothes off in dark alleys while the hobos watched.  
She didn’t even care; she just jumped on and rode me whenever she wanted like some overly horny teenager.  
Can't complain though, I did enjoy playing with all her lovely holes.  
The thrill was enough to bring even Dracula to his knees.  
The gruesome nightly bloodbaths, and her outrageous outburst against me got overwhelming.  
I finally had enough when I woke up one morning with her standing over me with a stake against my heart.  
“Draculina, what are you doing?”  
“Hehe… just keeping you on your toes!”  
She played it off as if it was some kind of joke,  
but at that moment I knew… it was her that killed her family.  
While she slept, I wrapped her up in silver chains,  
she awoke kicking and screaming as I dragged her to the basement.  
Not wanting to be unfair, I let her plea her case.  
Telling me that she just didn’t understand our ways.  
I decided to give her another chance; after all her argument did sound reasonable...  
As I begun to undo her from the chains, I was suddenly struck with a wooden stake that she kept hidden.  
Those cold eyes of hers didn’t even blink as I faded away.  
Written by DevilsChild
Published | Edited 11th Apr 2015
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