[bloody kisses]: 558.Passionate Ballads & Lore.Now Immortal, But By My Own

Like morning dew, you appear over night. My graceful litle vampyre. Skin of pale white, eyes a sullen red. Bogged like the water in a swamp deep in a trance - something's wrong. One hour to sun rise, one hour time to find what it is that's hanging in a diameter thread in your head like a paperclip. One hour before you must cover and fall daintily into a deep slumber.

Like morning dew you crawl into my bed, slightly stirring my sleep. The cold, lifeless skin of yours brushing my own in a pleasant way it's not meant to be - to tingle like this, from a predator. I remember when you wanted me to be like you, but were too afraid of draining me completely, so you slightly bit my collar bone, and now is scarred. I love the taste of blood, but do not thirst for it, and I taste it on your lips.

"Baby, I'm sorry."

"For what, Butterfly?" I whisper back onto your lips.

"For what I have to do."

I open my eyes to see yours fall suddenly black and emotionless.

"you're a beautiful artist, graceful with a brush...but no longer can I pose for you, or be there to lay beside you, evoking ideas in your dreams."

I feel a tear roll down my cheek bone, let it splatter onto your chilled lips.

"i have to go before it's too late."

And she was gone, and I took a brush, immortalizing our last moment together.

I take a noxious smelling drink and curl up onto the floor. All is gone, for now and ever more.