It felt like ants,
Crawling up my skin,
As he trailed his mouth up my arm,
His breath tickling my skin,
He placed tiny kisses along the way,
At reaching his destination,
He suckled gently at a vein on my neck,
Licking at it and kissing it occasionally,
Before he barred his pristine white fangs;
Plunging them into my neck,
I felt blood leave my body,
I started feeling faint,
Then, I blacked out.
When I came to,
I was lying in a coffin,
Was I dead?
Soon, A face came to view,
My mate had changed me.
I was now, the living dead.
Now, all that's left,
Was to take me to a place,
Where the sun doesn't shine.
My Love.
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