A Bit Of Twisted Fantasy

Come to me, Michael...

There are two legends as to how a vampire is created. In one the victim must be bitten thrice. In the second the victim is bitten to a point near death, then revived by drinking the blood of the vampire by whom he was bitten.

This vampire prefers the second method...

As a vampire, I draw Michael close to me. Slowly, I undo all of the buttons of his shirt and slide it off his body, revealing skin nearly as pale as my own vampirish palor. Ah, but as I place my hand over his heart, I can feel how his lifeblood makes his skin so much warmer than my own. I tremble with desire to drink the sweetness of that blood.

My other hand slowly caresses back his long golden hair, exposing the warm flesh of his neck for my fangs.

I feel him quiver as my fangs first pierce his skin. I drink thirstily until I feel his heart slow to nearly a stop.

As he lies near death in front of me, I sink my fangs into my own wrirst. I allow the blood from the wound to flow onto his lips. As the first drops enter his body, he pulls my wrist to his mouth, drinking deeply from my wounds. His newfound bloodlust leaves me feeling intoxicated.

A new vampire is born, one to spend eternity at my side!

I'm such a sick puppy!