I swipe my tongue below my fangs and spike it lightly. There, I felt something. If only I could unglue my body from this wall.

Occasionally, a curious pair of eyes will cruise over me. Rapidly, warily, always leaving room for doubt. Like they could wave at someone standing behind me and stage a prompt exit. But never the one I want to hook my attention.

She’s a sliver of moonlight on this undeserving dancefloor.

Is it too much to ask—to let someone know that I desire them, but don’t want to talk unless absolutely necessary? To please edit the bullshit?

Hope is the thing with cables that jump-starts my battered heart. Only to let it implode again, without so much as a backward glance.

I thought accepting my true form would put an end to the perpetual state of terror. But like everything else, it’s a factor that has steadily grown over time, overtaking sprouts inside me, annihilating rebellions against it.

It doesn’t help that he’s here, standing against the wall as if he were guarding a clandestine door. Naturally, I’m on the far side of the room.

I let my body slither with heavy metal and pretend it’s enough.

If you’ve read one dark romance, you’ve read them all. That means you know I don’t give a fuck about what society considers acceptable.

Resting my arms on the second-floor railing, I shuffle the emotions poisoning the space like a deck. Two stand out, infusing my pulse with candy, although I was anticipating them. He’s here every Friday, like a sentry led by a schedule.

She comes by once a month, one foot ready to fly.

I could keep watching, keep deferring. Three hundred years of existence have certainly given me a taste for boredom. But tonight feels different.

Perfect for putting them out of their misery.

Author’s Notes:

This story (scenes?) came to me on a Monday night, when I was struggling to write a poem and not rhyme viciously with suspiciously.

The Vampires aren’t a surprise; they (and other paranormal beings) are always on my mind. The nightclub setting, however, is alarming. I don’t care what my subconscious is trying to tell me; I’m not leaving my house.