Vampyre

Within the darkness,
a shadow among shadows,
he wanders.
So close,
you can feel his breath
as he falls into step
beside you.
His voice,
a siren song,
assuring all is well
as he draws you into
the alley.
His nostrils flare,
and his eyes
change
from darkest black
to molten red.
Frozen in place
as he draws closer,
pulling you into his arms.
"Forgive me,"
he whispers,
and you can see
his fangs
moments before he
descends.
You feel the heat
of his mouth on your neck.
Your heart races
from fear and desire,
an odd combination,
a dangerous combination.
His tongue swipes
across your skin,
such sweet abrasion.
You tilt your head
giving him better access
as desire overcomes fear.
Then the pain;
the weakness.
Again, his voice,
faintly now,
"Forgive me."
You slip softly
into welcome oblivion.