You were awake,
when I got to the house,
so beautiful and elegant,
In a lovely blouse,
The champagne already,
Open to drink,
We didnt even have,
any time to think,
But my boss rang up,
He called for a last job,
"Kill the last werewolf",
Were words for a sob,
And so I flew out the window,
without a word.
My knife and my gun.
And a prayer being heard.
~Vampire Stories pt2~
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