Dance with a dead one

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ho gave me hope. Who gave me purpo

up, She had natural beauty and make-up only would destroy it. Those sad eyes were looking all the time in one spot until she remembered that she isn't alone in the park and then from some trance, she came again to her world, the baby w

ut the feeling to live for once was stronger than facts. I have only existed with the lust of women's bodies and warm blood. But when I was satisfied with all my needings the emptiness filled me with a black

ld. Second, never put your hands into humans' life. You can't save anybody if his or her destiny is to die. Third, drink from one person as many times as you can,(but to leave the vi

girl be more powerful than me. The power which she had on me confused me and sc

shoulders were naked, short sleeves were dropped from her shoulders. Her neck and breasts were the most fabulous of all women I saw. Quickly I felt poisons from my teeth which were watering my m

this pure beauty from this supernatural drug. My poisons from teeth are having a strong effect like some drugs. Some of our pets are begging to the death until they feel the pleasure of our teeth. We are drugs, we kill slow

in danger all the time. One disagreement one annoyance and we kill everybody in our way. We don't think or feel we just kill. Those who are dead, can't feel, they haven't souls. And we can't help ourselves. Some tried. They tried to take back their lost souls. To remember what once they had been. I heard about some dead ones who tried not to drink human blood only animals but at some time they got mad and almost break rules. We had to destroy them as well as save our kind from those who try to survive. To keep a secret is

to face. Her hand took the bottle with some juice from a pocket and she gave it to drink to her baby.

ike a whisper, a joyful whisper. I was confused about how many emotions this human had. But she never showed to others her

er heart is taken makes my brains burn with anger and jealousy. And when I'm angry I want to feed and take a woman or two. Does she still love him? For human love is important I don't remember how to love. My fingers turned into fists and slowly nails began to grow. I need to go away from her. Every day and night I say this to

a place where vampires feed there more than in other places. And the night, the night k

my hand and took them comfortably on my chest, pretending that she doesn't affect me, I looked at her coldly. Mostly for humans were enough the cold and angry gaze and they avoided us but not her. She was still looking until I coul