Kristian

Hello there, mortal. Welcome to my Lair. I've been expecting you...

Ah ah ah...

Don't you know it's impolite not to make eye contact when someone is addressing you?

Yes... there you are. Much better. Look into my eyes. Look deeply, give in and relax, you sweet... delicious mortal...

Won't you undress for me? Yes, that's it... show me everything you've got. Show me what's mine...

That's a very good mortal. A very good, obedient mortal with an easily pliable mind... fall deeper into my gaze...

Come to me. Walk into my chilled embrace. Place your warm sex against me and I shall feel fully the being I now possess as my own...

Now just tilt your head to the side a bit, yeah? Tilt it for me hmmm. Just like that...

Don't be afraid now... just close your eyes, I've got you... it's all okay now mortal. You're in good... good hands...

A Poem - By Kristian

Night falls in London

The city lights flicker on and the music starts to play

Though tisnt the same, no nothing ever is

When night falls in the alleyway

There I lie, there I wait with baited breath

For a bite, for a morsel of delicious flesh

Though tonight is much different for me

Oh so bloody different, as I've lost

Yes, I've lost it all...

Without so much as a glimpse of hope my light flickered out in my eyes

Some may say I died two centuries ago

The night he took me, the night he changed me

The night I became what I am today

And they'd be right

Though it's one thing to die

One thing to undie

And entirely another to simply stop living

Where's the excitement? Where's the love? The bloody lust?

How can I be this exquisite, this expensive and this elusive

And yet this alone?

How can they fear me yet it is I who fears myself most?

How am I even writing this poem now?

It's rubbish! It's shite! It makes no damn sense!

It's unbecoming of a Victorian Brit as myself to write such a freeform poem as this

But it's my mind.

It's on my bloody wreck of a mind.

It's my heart, if I have one that is.

It's where my soul would be. should be.

And perhaps is. I don't know.

Its as though I know nothing anymore

Truly bloody nothing!

Listen now...

All I know now is

I can't keep blood down

I can't keep arousal up

I can't keep my damned suit straight

I can't do anything but worry, but regret

But be sick with grief, with guilt

With a pain akin to my second death itself

And now, as I watch

As night falls in London, the crimson tears fall from my eyes

They stain my white collar now

They stain this paper now

They stain this blasted screen now

And no matter what I do, all I can say is

I'm sorry, for living forever yet never truly

Being

Alive

To my mortal, please come back

Please forgive me

Please know I was wrong, I was mistaken

I do better, I'll be better

I'll right my wrongs

I'll dry your tears

I'll be what you deserve this time

Or I'll die again trying, this time...

Until then, until you come round my dearest

It's night fall in London

And I

Miss

You

Eternally yours,

Kristian