• Two marks on my neck, blood dripping down.
    Fangs obseanely perching out of your mouth, gasping for air.

    A look on my face, not sure of what to think.
    You wipe my blood off your face, then lick whats left off your fingers.

    Apologizing for what you just did, I assure you its alright.
    I stumble and fall, from the loss of my inner fluids; You catch me.

    How can it be? Your warm, aren't vampires supposed to be cold?
    A breath in my ear, a soothing voice, 'You taste good'.

    I cannot help but to kiss your cold cheek, and hope that you'll accept.
    While on your arm I then see, an engraving of whats to be.

    A heart with the words in it, 'be mine.' and he kisses my lips.
    'Will you? my dear?' he whispers yet again, and I simply respond 'of course'.

    for that of which, be a vampires valentine, and I'll give him my love; and blood. Yet again