He held her close,
not wanting to break the connection,
the warmth from her body,
reassuring him.
The half-smile on her lips,
enticing,
dreamlike expression,
hiding everything.

He stroked her hair,
as a lover would,
inhaling her aroma,
imagining he understood,
everything about her,
yet he knew nothing.
He sighed,
rapt in mourning.

Every kill resulted
in this twisted display.
Not content with the blood,
he needed the after play,
of relishing the sense of loss,
indulged condolences,
for the life he had taken,
in the wicked process.

Eventually he laid
her down, carefully,
brushing her cheek
with his lips, sensually.
Farewell sweet angel,
rest in peace tonight,
please forgive me,
for my lethal bite.