Immortals have no morals.

His lips twitched slightly,

The smell of copper giving him a high,

He wanted to stay in this moment,

He relished at the betrayal in her eyes,

The girl was shocked,

Her heart was bound to exploded,

Vampires couldn’t exist in this day and age,

They were just scary stories that the elderly told,

Though they were tales of the past,

They still rung true,

Tales of Gods, Vampires, and Demons,

They were all true,

She couldn’t understand,

The date was going fantastic,

But it seemed it was all a ruse,

And now her fate had turned tragic,

It didn’t matter how much the girl told herself,

It’s just a dream,

It didn’t stop her tears,

And terrified screams,

The Vampire sighed,

Her blood smelled so sweet,

It smelled of chocolate with a hint of strawberries,

She was to be a delectable treat,

But she was bleeding quite profusely,

And this wouldn’t do,

He wanted to enjoy her scent,

And every inch of her body too,

Whispered words in Latin,

Entered the her mind,

Her pleading quieted down,

As she closed her eyes,

Her end was in sight,

But the young man didn’t care,

He wanted pleasure,

To run his fingers through her hair,

It was wrong morally,

But he didn’t have any morals,

How could he have them,

He wasn’t a mortal.

~a sleepy ghost~

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