I watched you wander through my halls.

I lurked in every shadow, longingly pondering how best to ensnare you, to enthrall you, to envelop and consume you.

You saw me, and against my expectations, you greeted me as a friend. I bid you come with me, barely containing my excitement, my burning desire.

I so wished to see the look on your face when you stared into my eyes. When I licked and nibbled at your neck. It’s not about the blood. It was never about the blood.

I just wanted to see you submit to me. And you gave yourself, freely.

You admitted that you knew what I was. You wanted this. You wanted me. And in turn, I so… so wanted you. My hunger for you intensified in a way I’ve never felt before.

I wanted to see your eyes roll back in your head. I wanted to hear the relaxed moan pass through your lips as your mind gave in to my will. I wanted to feel your body relax into mine. I wanted to drape your thoughts in a pleasurable numbness.

But I could do that to any mortal. You were special. You are special. You are uniquely, deliciously sweet…

Because you know you love this.