'...1956? '

'Ahhhh....' she smiled
baring her teeth.

'I too born
in the year of

the Monkey.'

Her exposed fangs
sank into my neck

'...in 1620! '

My blood trickled from
her crimson mouth.

'Ahhhh...but you...are so...nice! '
She licked her lips.

'...that I think I'll let you live! '

She bit into
her wrist

and fed me
from its wound.

'Come live with me
& be my love...! '
she quoted

THE PASSIONATE SHEPARD
TO HIS LOVER.

I smiled
as the vampire blood

moved inside me.

a

Dónall Dempsey

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