He ran past me, a blur of colors
He was so full of speed, I almost didn't believe it
His eyes, gold and and entrancing
And his skin, smooth and pale
He was only eighteen, but with his wisdom, seemed so old
I couldn't describe his unhumanly looks
Handsome was an understatement
He couldn't be real
So fast, so strong, so handsome
He was just a fantasy, a mirage
He was too perfect to be real
But as he looked at me, he licked his lips
He gazed at me with desire
He was bloodthirsty
He crouched down, ready to pounce
And still I was flustered, not knowing what was going on
He was just a fantasy, a dream
"Who are you?" I shouted
No reply
"Who are you?"
He still didn't answer
Instead, he grinned wickedly
But even through his evil stare, he was mesmorizing
He couldn't be real, there was no way
No one was that amazingly gorgeous
He was just a fantasy, a hallucination
He jumped up high into the air
And the sun reflected off of his porceilan features
His skin glowed, sparkled even, as it hit the light
I gazed upon his beauty, oblivious to what was happening
He landed right in front of me, his hands held out
Before I knew what was happening, he held my neck in front of him
The pain of his fangs in my flesh was excruciating
It was like nothing I'd ever felt before
And as my body was drained of blood, I knew
He was not just a fantasy or mirage
No, not just a dream or halluciniation
He was a vampire