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Crimson Trail

There once was a man named Draven he was a very quiet man[/font] He was also anti-social for reasons that people couldn�t understand[/font][/font]His skin was pale white and he was very fond of the night[/font][/font]His breath reeked of garlic and his fangs were sharper than a steak knife[/font][/font]Dirty black finger nails protrude from his fingertips[/font][/font]Stains of dry blood were present on his lips[/font][/font]At school he sat across from this girl named ..Faye..[/font][/font]Who was always waving at him with a big smile across her face[/font][/font]She had blonde hair and crystal blue eyes along with[/font][/font]A very strong attraction to Draven something like love at first sight[/font][/font]There was just something about him that she found irresistible[/font][/font]If he told her who he really was to her his species would still remain mythical[/font][/font]She was digging his good looks and she started to move closer[/font][/font]The two of them together was like a scary movie poster[/font][/font]Little did she know she was going down a destructive path[/font][/font]Blood sucker plus blood bearer you do the math There is an unusual man who originates[/font] [b]From the home of the dead[/font][/font]Thirsty for a thick, tangy liquid of[/font][/font]A very dark shade of red[/font][/font]The taste of it in his mouth[/font][/font]Only makes him want more[/font][/font]The strong scent of it[/font][/font]He just can�t ignore[/font][/font]Whatever you do[/font][/font]Try not to get impaled[/font][/font]By his fangs deep into your neck and become[/font][/font]Another victim on this crimson trail As she got closer the scent of her blood became stronger[/font] [b]Reaching his nostrils rapidly he couldn�t hold back any longer[/font][/font]But he was forced to fight his urges putting himself in deep torment because[/font][/font]For several years he was confined to a coffin and his blood thirst became dormant[/font][/font]..Faye..�s hands touched his which to her felt ice cold but[/font][/font]In her eyes it didn�t matter �cause she thought he had a heart of gold[/font][/font]Throughout the next few weeks they passed each other notes in class[/font][/font]It�s official they were dating but Draven knew how long it would last[/font][/font]He was just waiting for the right moment to strike[/font][/font]Eager to rob her of the blood that gave her life[/font][/font]Although he enjoyed her company for her he had a lot of sympathy[/font][/font]Because for a meaningless relationship she was wasting a lot of energy[/font][/font]One day she asked him to the school dance[/font][/font]To enjoy an intimate evening of blood thirsty romance[/font][/font]Draven said yes to which she was pleasantly surprised[/font][/font]This was his chance to finally break free of his disguise There is an unusual man who originates[/font] [b]From the home of the dead[/font][/font]Thirsty for a thick, tangy liquid of[/font][/font]A very dark shade of red[/font][/font]The taste of it in his mouth[/font][/font]Only makes him want more[/font][/font]The strong scent of it[/font][/font]He just can�t ignore[/font][/font]Whatever you do[/font][/font]Try not to get impaled[/font][/font]By his fangs deep into your neck and become[/font][/font]Another victim on this crimson trail She didn�t know what she[/font] [b]Had gotten herself into[/font][/font]Slowly destroying her future by hanging[/font][/font]Around with a dead dude of whom[/font][/font]She apparently thought was the one[/font][/font]He was trying to take[/font][/font]Advantage of her soul[/font][/font]Showing no sign of mercy because[/font][/font]He was so harsh and cold[/font][/font]This was his twisted idea of fun On the night of the dance he wore a black cape[/font] [b]And he also wore a black suit with an undershirt as white as snowflakes[/font][/font]Faye showed up wearing a red blouse which was his favorite color[/font][/font]It was a coincidence no doubt he calmly asked her[/font][/font]If she would like to dance and she happily accepted as they walked[/font][/font]To the floor hand in hand her blood was getting the best of him[/font][/font]He was losing his self control and it was getting harder and harder[/font][/font]For him to keep hold of trying not to let go anyway they continued dancing[/font][/font]Her arms around his neck and his hands on her waist[/font][/font]Time is playing a vital part in this life or death race[/font][/font]He spun her around then brought her back into his arms[/font][/font]For he was trying to distract her by using his boyish charm[/font][/font]He then leaned her forward and bit into her neck[/font][/font]Causing her to stop breathing and succumb to a premature death[/font][/font]The lights went out and his eyes turned crimson red as he engaged[/font][/font]In maniacal laughter at this dumbfounded human for not using her head There is an unusual man who originates[/font] [b]From the home of the dead[/font][/font]Thirsty for a thick, tangy liquid of[/font][/font]A very dark shade of red[/font][/font]The taste of it in his mouth[/font][/font]Only makes him want more[/font][/font]The strong scent of it[/font][/font]He just can�t ignore[/font][/font]Whatever you do[/font][/font]Try not to get impaled[/font][/font]By his fangs deep into your neck and become[/font][/font]Another victim on this crimson trail There is an unusual man who originates[/font] [b]From the home of the dead[/font][/font]Thirsty for a thick, tangy liquid of[/font][/font]A very dark shade of red[/font][/font]The taste of it in his mouth[/font][/font]Only makes him want more[/font][/font]The strong scent of it[/font][/font]He just can�t ignore[/font][/font]Whatever you do[/font][/font]Try not to get impaled[/font][/font]By his fangs deep into your neck and become[/font][/font]Another victim on this crimson trail[/font][/font][/font][/font][/b][/font][/font][/b][/font][/font][/b][/font][/font][/b][/font][/font][/b][/font][/font][/b][/font][/font][/b]

Written by GlennMcCrary

Published 27th Feb 2010

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Abracadabra

28th Feb 2010 8:55am

... you want to edit this again Glen - to do it justice - as the way it's displayed on the page is not the best. Full stops and line breaks help the reader to digest your words - particularly with lengthier work. I have never been fond of larger than normal fonts or bold either, as it can deter some from reading and rather than heightening impact, it may actually diminish it. Don't misunderstand, I have nothing but respect for your writing itself.