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  1. I On a cold, crisp February night As I walked down the deserted Detroit street There I saw her, leaning Against the lamppost, wearing An olive-colored parka Around her neck was a mink scarf She looked like a starlet from the 1930s And when she smiled She warmed the air around me So much so that I had the urge To turn my jacket lapel back down The cold didn’t matter when she smiled II She said her name was Anastasia I introduced myself and took her hand I jumped, startled at the contrast With her warm summer smile Her hands were the hands of death As cold as frosted steel Ice cold despite her layers of fur III But she took my hand in hers And gripped me tight She said I would be warmer In her room at The Grandville I followed her, but the cold Would not go away Like she said it would IV I excused myself to go But she pulled me into a kiss Long, sensuous, and passionate Like a spider trapping its prey In its sticky web of doom Her lips were warm As warm as her gentle smile Fire against fire She turned off the lights And there we loved in the dark Tangled in a mess of hair, Sheets, arms, and legs Warm body against cold Raging fire against hard ice And then I felt a sharp pain In my neck, searing me Killing me, sending fire Coursing through my veins Filling me to the very core V I am changing—I feel it in me I thirst, an unquenchable An unholy thirst I drink water but it does nothing Only blood, warm crimson blood Could satiate this thirst It burns like the fiery pits of Hell I feel my teeth grow into fangs Fangs just like hers VI My vision is sharper My hearing clearer My sense of smell acute But I can no longer stand The light of day
  2. Another piece of writing from my clients, from a boy this time. What do you guys think? The tale of a thief His past he lived well A fathers murder theres a story to tell Swift and cunning rogue In death is his trait A contract mistaken of his father Led to his merciless fate In the dark streets of London Skills he was challenged to prove Beneath the sky filled with thunder He climbed the tower, walls o smooth O, poor Vastare Like a blindfolded fool Lethal as a python Heart like ice, cracked and cool Onto the balcony Vastare climbed Their the dim silohetee did stand pulling out his silver blade sliced his fathers back. mouth covered with a hand There the body did drop Vastare staring with glee With his foot, turned the corpse over His face grew white and in silence did flee Eyes filled with grief and water Ran did Vastare through the empty streets unto the pier was his goal onlookers through windows gasped in there seats With a chain and lead he fastened his waist To his families name he had disgraced With a final breath he jumped into the depths Reuiniting with his father, to which he had been forgave ~Ranea