1- The Bloodbank
Arms around his waist
His teeth in her arm
The bloodbank is but seventeen
His intent is for harm
She’s lost in her dark fairy tales
He is a wastrel with an acquired taste.
It’s an unquenchable addiction
He’s got it bad
He craves his love
But not in the way that she craves him
Before sunrise, she’ll meet her fate grim.
2- The Slayer
The slayer is the strongest girl I know of.
She fights parasites like him every night
She’s the chosen one
She has to be forever mighty
Her dreams are borrowed from other stories
Of ‘normal life’ no matter how boring.
Her calling feeds on the scraps of humanity she has left
I’m surprised she’s not gone mad
She gets no buzz from the kill,
There’s no fun to be had
From scouring the graveyards every night
Searching for some vampire to fight.
3. The Bloodsucker
Blood, blood, blood.
No other substance beats it for him
Nothing ever tastes the same
It’s a need worse than heroin,
And he loves the kill and the chase
Seducing his victim, feel her final breath
Before he tears her throat from her neck.
The night’s cold
She’s no mood for stale air
He is on the hunt- he spots her
Walking amongst the graves.
She looks no more than fifteen
He catches her gaze
His morale code is so dampened its unreadable!
Young blood’s best.
‘Mourning dear old grandmamma?’
He snickers to himself
‘I think she will be vulnerable!’
They finally meet on the path
When she sees, she sprints
The fight will become a bloodbath.
Ha, ha, ha
This little spindly young thing
Wants to take him in a fight?
He is immortal, neverending
But then he realises by her punch
That she is the slayer, and his
Days of drinking blood are done.
Stabbed in the chest
The stake turns him to dust.
The slayer doesn’t enjoy her work
She does what she must
To protect the world from the
Demon scourges, evil
And that vampire disease.
(c) Jen Hughes
First published on Seakay’s Guide To Storytelling