It started in a nightclub,
All cigarette smoke and booze fetor,
An alluring dress perhaps too short,
A dance here,
A brush of the hand there,
One too many spirits led you here,
To this dank alley,
With him,
Tonights paramour,
Through beer goggles,
He appeared a prince charming,
But in truth he is a lord of the night,
Under this bright moon,
So begins the embrace,
But not with loving lips,
With feral fangs,
Momentary pain,
And then cold ecstasy,
Your body goes icy,
As this blasphemous magic takes you,
Your vitality drains away,
You die,
But you don’t,
A change comes over you,
You shall never see the daylight again,
The sun shall be your enemy,
Your not-so grim reaper,
You are damned to this new unlife,
One of the kindred,
A vampire.
WorldofHarley 
Loving your lines…2 days back I wrote a similar sort of poem but I’m waiting a bit to post it…need to post something else first…it’s called Animal…
Oh awesome, I can’t wait to read it! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin