Crescent Banquet

Crescent Banquet

My chest burned
Each breathe landing like an incendiary Zepplin above my belly
My cough produced scarlet spittle
Making the back of my pale hand look like a Seurat painted in Hell

I sniffed...my own rusty aroma...
Still I salivated
It had been days since I fed

The young ginger beauty had weakened my virulence
As four of her dainty fingers lay scattered at  my feet like generous offerings to some foreign God...
She had by my great wonder found it inside her Human to pity my state
And entwined the remaining digits in my length of curls
She had looked into my wild eyes with more compassion than terror....
And I had held her gaze and stood up to kiss her cupids bow pout
But as my rubicund lip were almost touching hers....
She had screamed shattering my delirium

To pity me!?
She was nothing more than ephemeral ooozing
A bonne bouche left to pick from my sharp fang

She had trembled at my recoil
And spasmed as I pierced through her zoftig curves
I tore into her breasts with such delight
Taking her buds off with one snap of jaw each
Looked directly into her fading eyes
The evanescent dimming of death had flared one last time and i heard her utter..
"My heart..."
Thinking she spoke of its last pounds of life i bit down hard
Bursting her nipples like berries
The sweet sanguine juices dripped off my chin....

It was then...
I heard the familiar click...
Her lover was behind me and had taken taken aim..

I howled as the shot rang into the humid darkness
And pounced