My Smoky Angel of Death ....
The full moon was shining through the autumn leaves, as she walked slowly down the street. Her high heels echoed, matching the rhythm of my heart, while her long legs marched forward with elegance. I noticed her long dark hair coming out from under her cape, but her eyes were obscured and I wondered what color sparked her gaze.
Her skin was white and delicate, with a slight bluish tint. She stopped about 30 feet in front of me, took out a pack of cigarettes from her purse. As I kept walking towards her, she softly picked up a cigarette, exposing her delicate wrist and dangling her bracelets.
My mind wandered as she slowly opened her mouth and put the pack back in her purse. She looked inside the purse as I came closer to her and, just I was about to pass her, she spoke: “Excuse me, do you have a light?” I reached into my pocket while boldly declaring “Why, certainly, I do! Happy to oblige!”
I pulled out my lighter as she drew closer to me. I nervously sparked a light while quickly glancing at her perky cleavage. I put my hand around the flame, to keep the wind from blowing it out. As I slowly raised the light, I looked up, curious to see her face better, wondering if it would be as I imagined it… her black eyes stared blankly at me and as she grinned, I could see her sharp fangs ready to bite.
Mortified, I tried to back away. Alas, it was too late… She grabbed my head with both her hands, tilted it to the side and buried her fangs in my jugular vein. I struggled, pulled her hair and ripped her blouse, revealing her plump breast. And as my life slowly drained to feed her hunger, I gazed at her cold beauty and wondered how many had fallen to her before me…