Dominance. Insolent Fools.

Feb 13, 2006 14:33

I watched them again. From an icy window I saw their fall. And while I can no longer grasp their determination to plunge so drastically from the sky, I admire the beauty they create. The snow covers dirty streets, the grime of humanity lining the gutters beneath the waste from their existence is cleansed with white purity, for now. The night weather has turned from cold to freezing after another intense snowfall. Yes, it's true that Vampires feel temperature in a less drastic degree than humans, but when the outfit of choice last night was a minium of black leather for seduction, cold is cold even if your soul is damned. Why such attire? Domination. Period. My favorite prey? Young insolent males, the men who will sooner impale you with experienced swords than give you any respect. It wasn't until the early 70's when I discovered this thrill, and through this experience I have come to the conclusion that the animals of this group truly believe they can dominate any woman, at anytime, at ease. Usually they are correct, I reason that women are a weak breed, but to this I use my advantage. The power a woman can feel when she overtakes one of these animals, after a night of fragility or the pretending to be, is exhilarating. A drug concoction of adrenaline and sexual pleasure force way into my veins as I drain egotism found in his blood. Flesh, pure muscular flesh- the root of every womanly desire, dark, rich and oh so beautiful. My teeth sink deep within this georgeous neck and warm intoxicating blood flow in a quick stream. Ah,yes, domination of those who seek to dominate, the pleasure is all mine.

"Embrace the Crimson Kiss of death."
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