Hunting

Fear creeps up my spine,
I can feel it lingering there.
My muscles tense up,
And the hair stands up on my neck.
I'm trembling where I stand.

A cool breeze blows by,
My concentration breaks apart.
I feel icy fingers
Sliding up my back, through my heart,
And down towards my tummy.

Shivers wrack my body,
Muscles spasming as I shudder.
My arms around me,
As though to hold myself together.
I rock onto my heels.

Screaming from my right,
I swivel towards the sounds.
Scraping sounds,
Echoing through the night around.
My heart pounds inside.

I check my watch again,
He's so very late tonight.
It's midnight,
A rustle from the bushes and the
Screeches from a crow.

This is too much for me.
I stand and walk the path,
Escape is near.
The gate is open from my arrival.
I run the last steps.

The road leads to town,
Yet a figure stands above.
Down the hill,
I must not let him find me tonight.
He stands before me.

Sweat cools on my brow.
His breath is hot on my cheek.
Towards my neck,
He licks at the sweat shining there.
Holding me as he bites.

Inside the crypt I lie,
I smile and hold him close.
Pull myself up,
Breakfast in bed as I bite his neck
Drowning in sweet blood.

As passion dies down,
Sated, I lick my lips again.
He chases me.
I hate being chased and remind myself
Tonight will be his turn...

KC - 8/7/05