![]() The Fresh KillA Poem by Frank F. Atanacio![]() From The Bless The Vampires Collection![]() The 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.
© 2008 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on December 13, 2008 Author![]() Frank 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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