The blood runs red,
Bright against the pale white of her skin.
The pain burns,
But sends a rush of exhilaration through her body.
She looks at the faded marks,
From so many times before.
Each one a different incident.
The day he left her,
The day she failed.
The day she found herself lost,
Lost in a land she thought was her own.
Today?
She was driven from the place she called home.
The blood,
It was life.
She looked at the blood again,
Slowly trickling down her arm.
Here she is,
Her own vampire.
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