The vampire that sulks, not sucks.

When did I became a Vampire again? Who cares. I didn't choose to be.

That feels like too much effort to think about it. In the hive I have everything I want, but I isolate myself.

All the other vampires know how to choose a perfect human target, to suck on their blood like a gourmand meal.

For me personally, I've grown tired of it; Not because I am not like the other vampires.

I'm just tired, in general. I feel bored...

Blood is just the same,

as always.

But it is necessary,

to survive.

I wish I was like the others.

Sharp fangs,

Stealthy in the sun,

Silent killers,

Most of all, happy too.

Happy how?

Hives are like a

large family.

I belong in one, I just thought

my presence annoys them, but thinking about leaving will surely get me kicked out.

I sat by the ledge, watching a fresh human who was abducted turn into one of us, I'm not interested as usual.

I sleep all day, even at night. Just me, my head, and the moon. . . To have more peace of mind, I crossed the luscious pond.

For the first time, I had seen myself. Sharp fangs, innocent human look, eyes that makes a man fall in love fast.

That's right, I remember who I am now... I have a purpose to be, plus a name. Newlyn.

A while ago I suddenly regained my spark in writing, and this poetry/short story I had in mind I thought of turning it into like a teeth with fangs. To me and mostly towards you, it looks and feels like shi but we all have to start somewhere. So anyone that writes as a full time hobby is free to leave some feedback to help me improve! ^^ not sure if this is the right place...

P.S. I wanted to add an image but it seems like it wont let me so text form can be off putting for you guys.

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