I wanted to call out, to cry, to break free.
Anything that would get me back onto the noisy street of pedestrians passing by.
Being held in a vice, I had no strength to even scream.
Fingers cold as marble caress heated skin, gentle as a sigh.

The beginning comes forth like a blast of cold water.
The night when it all started, caving in on me like dirt on a encased tomb.
I had seen something in the shadows, something with a will to slaughter.
Hidden, biding time until Death came knocking at the cavern's womb.

It had been so silent, so still, my eyes tearing at the simple beauty of Death.
I had wanted Him then, more than anything I had ever known.
Looking into the unknown, I had felt the taste of lust on my very breath.
His eyes a steel grey, almost black, and my obsession had only grown.

I followed, unbeknownst to the Dark One, for nearly a month, watching and waiting.
Now it was my turn, my curse to let Him into my soul, my very essence.
I had begged for this, for a simple taste of what He had to offer, all the while he was baiting.
And now I can feel the pull, the lure, leaving me and becoming an evanescence.

Lips of ice skimming my throat, causing a quickening in my veins.
I feel the sting of Him entering, his groan of pleasure as my life pours down his throat.
My eyes begin to darken, and the last memory I retain is the rain.
Im suspended in time, and days pass, memories stolen. All I do is float.

The last of it is done, Im a shimmering rememberance of what was once pure.
He's stolen it all, my virtue, my passion, and yes, even my soul.
I gave it all up, everything I had, for the chase, for the lure.
For now I am one of His kind, my very humanity. Perhaps that was his goal.

Night is now my domain, my sanctuary of solitude.
A vampiress, who deals out the bittersweet of Crimson Kisses.