They do not breathe but they lust
They do not feel emotion but they feed
It is sacred blood that they seek
Power that they desire

It is true, that they once could breathe
Once, they had loved.

It was Winter�s wind who kissed her skin
And it was His tongue pulling at her heartstrings.
His words, so beautiful to the mortal�s ear,
That she succumbed

And she desired
He who stole her heart
Claimed her last breath
As his lips
Met hers and introduced
A new life into her

Unliving hunger found her willing
And she fell
Out of grace by her own accord

Not a word was said, but he could read her eyes,
Opulent blue with green speckled hue,
Now crimson by the new destruction of their lives
When they fell into immortal bliss
That she had loved him.

And it is this
The life they live
An idiosyncrasy
As they merely exist
Not breathe
Yet hunger

And prior emotions are only but a faded dream
One she clings to when she feels the slight tug
At the mound that used to beat within her chest
At times she wonders if it is but a test
To measure how long they can endure

Life without any passion
But that which urges them onward
Lusting
Only for blood

The human before her narrowed his eyes on her small form. He took a step toward her cautiously, raising feeble hands as he began to speak in a tongue unknown to her. She knew by the robes, in which he wore, that he was a mage of Albion descent.

This brought a playful grin to the full, reddened lips as her own eyes set on his, locking him into his current thought, whatever it had been. Words of incantation sang from her lips swiftly as she closed the distance between them and raised a pale hand to the sweet warmth of his sallow cheek.

With a deliberate strike of her thumb, she traced the fine line of his cheekbone, allowing her fingers to teasingly drift behind his head. Nephinity grasped his hair between her slender fingers eagerly and pulled his head down to hers. Her tongue darted out from between the hungry lips and found his own.

She pulled back, their noses still touching, his neck arching as he struggled to close the distance once more. It was at that point, when his frail arms tightened around her waist, that she licked the delicate skin of his neck, pleased by the moan that escaped dry lips. This pleasure briefly fed the craving before the feast. Nephinity smiled within the dark recesses of her hood and the man, trance-like, closed his eyes as his fingers tightened around the cold metal, inside her cloak, covering her small waist. Both hands moved nimbly to her hood, lowering it from around her dark head as her hair, unfettered and wild, sprang down loosely around her shoulders. Her teeth plunged into his skin, sinking deeper into his neck, cradled in her hand.

She looked down upon the crumpled body at her feet and briefly closed her eyes as the long, blackened lashes tickled her pale cheek. Placing two fingers to her still moistened lips, she kissed them almost thoughtfully and outstretched her hand down to his lifeless form and vanished into the nearby shadows.