Her eyes glowed of violet.
Her expression cold.
Right beside, was her lover.
They shined from the night time sun.
They weren't from our kind.
His eyes were gray.
That of death.
They weren't dressed in black,
But of white.
They looked as if they were angels.
But of course they were not.
They were creatures.
Of the night.
They moved like models.
Swift. In control.
Not caring for anything.
But for what they came for.
They thirsted.
For human blood.
Blood they found.
Blood they dined.
