We descend when the sun sets. For the light of the day blaze us, ache us. We descend when the sky quietens, when the crows screech, announcing our arrival. If you, by any chance, happen to be a human be sure not to trespass across us, For then, it would be hard,for us, to miss the sweet scent of your blood and the soft flesh of your neck. The very idea of fooling us, will be your last mistake, for we are not fast, but undoubtedly speedy. We are not strong but enormously forceful. The last thing you'll notice will be your sweet blood dripping, from our bloody fangs to the lower lip, already curved into a smile. We won't show mercy for we are the immortal demons of the dark. We are the Cold Ones. We are the Vampires.