The moon shines full on the deserted streets. A single sound escapes the night
It is a night of death,
wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one
stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds his deathly form,
an impatient desire on his blood red lips. He spots her, the one that will make him feel again.
Her raven hair cascades over
ivory shoulders, and her
full lips part slightly, Death lingers in the air
He walks to her eager to taste the
red wine flowing in her veins. the scent intoxicating
Now a night of taking,
I hunger.
The demon vampire that is using this listing to call to his mate is very dark and very frightening at times. He is nothing to play with and you must be sure it is you he is calling because he is dangerous in the wrong hands. He loves to bite and will make love to you in your dreams, visions and even pull you into the astral for a night of passion you have never experienced before.
