The Fresh KillA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioFrom The Bless The Vampires CollectionThe Fresh Kill
The blood splashed against the vampire's face, blinding him only seconds before his teeth could enter the wound, drinking, feeling the joy of a kill running through his veins, the harsh, stinging teeth, caught his victim by surprise.
Its flowing, salty flavor, filling his mouth and nostrils, like luke-warm gargling water used to clear the throat.
Damn! He cursed silently, as the drink is no more, one victim down, and there should be more to score.
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Added on December 13, 2008 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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