The Vampire

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As he licks his bloody lips
His eyes flash dark red
He lets go of the girl and lays her down
Looking at the bite mark
He smiles and turns towards the door
Wipeing his face of blood
He grabs the cold door nob and leaves
A creature of the night
His black boots hit the concrete leaving the house
One glance up into a moonless sky
Consumed with energy
The bloodless body
He carries on his walk home
Nobody will ever know his story
He is unknown
But the town questions blood brained bodies showing up
They will never find him
They will never know

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 29, 2021 ⏰

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