The Fight

A borrowed line poem (first line)

One takes a bite,

Then the other holds her down,

All you see is a girl on the ground

and a blur of gnashing and biting,

the only instinct they know,

they do not realize how

horrible everyone else finds it.

They just need, crave

the sweet, sweet necter

you mortals call blood.

Reviews

[Tasha]

wow, i liked this a lot at first i thought someone was getting beat up in a fight but i love the vampire twist.

[quinfinn]

ooh, vampish and delish! nice write!