She posed with her alabaster smile momentarily, giving her victim one final look at her time-ravaged appearance, before piercing the jugular. She drank. She watched the victim’s skin change appearance, becoming more translucent. Too much and the victim’s life-force would slip away; just enough and she would sire another… either way, the victim: gone forever. Too little, however, would endanger her.
She pondered as she drank.
Reddened lips accentuated her deathly pale appearance. Her alabaster smile broadened. Her decision was made.
“Do stop the snarling, darling,
And mind your sharp teeth on my arms…
Apart from that small scar I saw on your neck
I’d have been all the wiser bar none…
And thought you were being your normal self.”
Now confused, I was able to tilt my body
And throw theirs into the hearth.
Their head hitting the half trunk sent them soundly to sleep.
And now all I have to do is haul them back to their cage.
These vampires crop up at the most inopportune time!
On the night before Vampyre’s Day
All was calm, and quiet, I was about to say
I opened Live Writer to write my post
And was slightly shocked, to say the most
(That should have been ‘least’ but it didn’t rhyme…)
For some reason, my Live Writer this evening showed:
Which was most peculiar to say the least. I’m at it again. I closed it down, and opened it up again – exactly the same. I closed it down and opened it up again, and it was back to normal.
The weird alien-looking text didn’t even fit into the box like it should have. One thing is for certain, it wasn’t Arial! Very perpendicular!
Of all the times to appear, it would be tonight!
Ah well… happy Vampyre’s Day to all who celebrate it. Happy Wednesday to those who don’t. And for all, just keep an eye out for those pesky Vampyres… you never know when they may just nip out for a bite!
An eager anticipation filled the land.
Expensive miniscule heart-shaped sweets appeared.
Birds suddenly appeared (for some reason).
Casanovas and Sirens getting themselves ready.
Lovely restaurants are dimming their lights.
And vampyres are readying to strike.
A Valentine’s Six Word Saturday post.
Shall I compare you to a Summer’s Day?
All hot and flustered
And the things you say!
My ears have never heard such things
From your mouth of which the daytime brings
Your eyes sparkle and blink
As you steam into dust
Though into shadow you quickly thrust
To drink and your composure gain
And think about the Summer Days
Where in your crypt you lie low
Until night-time falls and out you go
Winter nights are much more fun
And Valentine’s has just begun
To compare a Vampyre to a Summer’s day
Is to live on the edge for which one will surely pay
Well, that’s not like Valentine’s in any way…