Nosferatu: Bird of Death

I felt the embrace of her soft gentle arms as they encircled my body and I felt the cold touch of a dead spirit as it entered my being. The soft melody of a love song had slowly pulled me into her embrace. Her voice had spoken of a never ending love while fangs as sharp as needles pierced my flesh. I had listened to the gentle whisper of a never ending love song and found only the cold touch of death that was hidden behind the foils of her lips. I felt the kiss of a demon and I felt my own soul die as the fires of hell burned out the last trace of humanity from a heart turned black from a demons lust. Traces of blood ran cold from the wound as the form of a vampire’s shadow danced in the blazes of a dead man’s fire.