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The silence awakens me.

I feel his presence in my room.



The lace curtains stir

on the open French doors,

lit by the moons golden glow.



I can not see his form

for it is hidden in the shadows,

but I know he is there.



The light scent of the lavender lilacs

drifts up to me from the moon lit garden below.

The fragrance takes me back to my childhood,

a time of peace, joy and innocence.



There is electricity in the air,

as his presence becomes obvious.

The hair on my neck stands on end.



His dark form looms over me

even in the blackness of my room.

The sound of my rapidly beating heart,

hammers in my chest.



A scream rises up in my throat-

only to be silenced by his lips,

bruising and crushing my own..



I am terrified,

yet strangely  attracted to this dark sinister invader.

This is not the first time he has come to me.



His hot breath on my neck stirs my senses,

my nipples harden in hope for a caress,

from his fiery tongue.



With his long slender fingers griping my hair

my neck is revealed.

I feel his sharp teeth as he connects with my throat.

My humanity is siphoned from me.

This is the last time.