I've always known that i dont belong, this awkward, annoying, coffee drinking 16 taon old girl I have always wanted to have that feeling of comfort and belonging. I have always wanted to meet that boy, who made me feel special, but the sun came up and reality sank in and I realizd that i will never feel that way. Instead I lay here on the cold wet ground bleeding to death. All hope was Nawawala thought but suddenly I see a tall dark man standing above me with light blue eyes and pale white skin. He bent down and his sharp teeth bit into my neck and the pain hit me, the pain only lasted for five minutos an then he slit his rist and put it to my mouth the blood tasted sweet and delicious. i was discusted and confused, i then fell into a deep sleep and woke up in a dark empty room…
Lesson One: Bats Drink Blood. You Do Not.
I found this poem on the back of my Vampire Vineyards Pinot Noir bottle.
But first on this earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for the sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy bulaklak are withered on the stem.
But first on this earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for the sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy bulaklak are withered on the stem.
