When you kill a vampire, you claim his power, the blood on his hands, purified through his death, is transferred to you,

Admit your jealousy of him and claim it,

Taste the lips that have been on his lips,

The blood red juices of the night,

This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

Question whether you wish to take his place,

Or make the vampires your food,

The sustenance that you feed on,

Become the warrior of Zeus,

Let your righteous hand cleanse the world of them,

Or you could be like me,

Just a little lazy,

Let the vampires feed I say,

If they creep into this territory,

The terrible hunters of the night,

Maybe ask me again,

I hope to answer the same,

I don't need to know,

A poet tempting children, maybe there are worse sins to live with...