drachela

I saw him when he stepped through the front doors.  Dress in black, short hair, dark brown and eyes, a cigaret between his fingers.

My beloved victim .

I saw him smiled, he loved this hotel, old , beautiful , classical.

And , I adored him, going to feed on him soon, my darling.

I had been stalking him for so many months , taking my time, enjoying him, tormenting me, delaying my hunger for his blood.

There was something so erotic, so seductive in following my prey.

I wanted to drink his blood , feel the ecstasy , the soul , his throbbing heart.

The smell of his blood turned me into a erotic predator , the sight of his neck , the pulsating vein , was overwhelming , sending me into frenzy of desires.

I went swiftly towards him, took him in my arms. He could not resist , a beauty like myself . 

A lover embrace , yet his heart was pounding against his chest, he was alarmed , and then for the first and last time , a shocking revelation overwhelmed him ... " she is not human !"

text micaela alexandra USA

drawing maurizio barraco ITALIA