Vampire
lips like rubies, glistening … red. Clinging to darkness, frigid being with human form and the soul of a beast. Clothed in a mantle of mortal flesh, to deceive the victim of such thirst as humankind has never known? Or, could habit determine the guise and familiarity bring solace to one without? Haunting streets of blackest night touched by moonlight is she not? While brittle stars glitter hard and blind above one cursed to endless life.
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