She walks the night.

But can no longer feel the cold.

Never to age and grow old.

This hunger inside that she needs to feed.

The longer she waits the more the need.

Her creator demands she make a kill.

She wanders lost in the night.

Anger and fear of what shes become.

Yet stronger and faster, each sense has grown so strong.

Apart of her feels this is wrong.

Roaming the night, always to avoid the sunlight.

Never to see the ones she loved.

This hunger she feels, the need to kill.

The sound of a pulse echoes in her head.

Her victim not knowing they have something to dread.

She watches in the shadows and waits for him to pass.

His heart beating so fast.

She claims her victim and drinks her fill, he lays on the ground cold, pale, and still.

She looks down but feels nothing but blood lust.

Eyes shining with glee, blood dripping from jagged fangs.

All humanity slips away.

Shes become a killer and the worlds her prey.

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