Death List. Poem by Shannon Nicole

Wait. Stop. Don't come any closer.

Eyes dark
Nostrils flaring
She's pissed.

He watches her, very amused.
He traces her cheek with one sharp nail.

She squirms beneath him.

Nothing you can do. You can't save yourself from me.

He leans into her exposed neck
Sniffing deep in her coconut scented hair
He sinks his fangs into her delicate pale skin.

She screeches too loud
Clawing her fake nails at his back
Pushing him away.

Not strong enough, my lady.

She's crying now.

He doesn't care
He has his way
Leaving her body drained of blood.
Onto his next victim
Who's to be next on the immortal's list to die?
A helpless human, dumb enough to hitch a ride with him.