I sit

In the dark.

The moon

My only light.



And here,

In my arms.

The cold still flesh.

My latest prey.

The cry

My heart

Should it be

Still beating,

Would be pounding.

The thrill.

The smell

Of his fear.

When I

Showed the truth

Of my identity.



He ran.

I gave chase.

My laugh

Chilling him through.



Life is

A fleeting thing.

Fleeing away,

Like a deer.

Like him.

Here I caught him.

And he fell

To his knees

Before me.

Pleading.

For what?

I asked him.

And he could

Give no answer.



He died,

As I fed.

His last

Breath escaping silently.



His eyes flutter

Suddenly

And a weak groan

Escapes him.

I smile.

He shivers

Under my gaze.

\"Who are you?\"

His voice hoarse.

\"I am you,

you are me.\"

\"What do you mean?\"

\"You are one of us.\"

Silence reigns.
Our eyes meet.



I stroke

his cold cheek

With one finger.

And I leave.

Leave him

To follow,

To wonder,

To fear,

To hope,

Perhaps to dream.



My whisper fades

Into the night,

\"Death is

Only the beginning.\"