Vampire Kiss

It was dark and cold.

The pain blossoms from my wrists, burgundy red blood dripping from my hands. I know that I should've bandaged the wrists by now, but I can't find the will to get up, wake up.

The door opens and in comes a stranger. His dark hair reaches his shoulders, his robes dark with a bit of red, looks silky.

Too far gone, I fall asleep...

I wake up to a face of the stranger. His pale face is complemented by dark hair and red eyes. His luscious lips tinted red from my blood. My arms are bandaged, clean, and unsightly, to me atleast.

His deep voice echoes through the room, but I fail to understand him, he whispers in another language. A cold chill rushes through me, making me shiver. He sees this, and gently pulls the blanket over me, encasing me in the soft fluff.

His eyes fade to a soft black colour, his gaze seeking answers.

A hand comes near me, gently combing my hair.

With that, I fall asleep once more.

I wake up, and this world is not my own.

Its startling and baffling, cold too. On his throne he sits, looking up to the pale moon. He snaps from his daze and turns to me. His gaze softens and he holds his hand out to me, and I take it.