I thought the surreal sounds of Bjork calling out to you fit this piece perfectly. :)
I am as I am. As I have always been. Time rolls over me feeling like an eternity. You are my prey. On you I feed. Do not be afraid. It is not your blood that I crave. We are not all made the same. I can dance in the night or bask in the suns rays. I can have heavens rain douse me. I am more angelic then demonic so you will resist labeling me... vampire.
Perhaps another magical creatures title would ease your mind and put your fear at rest. I have gifts that set me apart from others. Talents that few have experienced. Most do not see me as I truly am. Some can't accept it. Others can only hint to themselves that there is something about me. As long as my life can be, it is still plagued with vulnerability. A determined soul can come with the goal to destroy me. I am as fragile as you are, in some ways maybe more since that which sustains me can chose to destroy me at will.
Be my prey. I feed on your life force, on that which makes your life worth living but that will never be your flesh or your blood. I need no material that you can give. I feed on your passion, your essence, the strength of your spirit. My thirst is quenched by the mer that beads up on your skin. The liquid exhaustion that resonates during and after the ferocious acts of surrendering yourself to my hunger cures my parched lips which delights in your moisture. The same passion I devour from your body rings in your voice fueled by your mind as you speak. Feed me your memories and stories both old and new. Devote to me a chapter or a few. You can sustain me. You are delicious. I can feed off of you continuously, selfishly, and relentlessly. I can't help but lick my lips and salivate at the thought.
I was made and placed in a time when my ideal prey is most rare. I was given a classic beauty that can not be seen by most. These times are plagued with things that weaken a man. Snares entrap their minds causing them to turn and spoil from within wasting their strengths and minds on things that do not matter. My victims are few and I do not drain. The light that shines from within you that singles you out from a crowd of wilting weeds grows stronger and brighter in my care. What I take from you I give from myself. Eternal life is not a gift that I have to give and as humanity dissolves around us, it is not the gift to be wished for.
I recognize you in written word. I can see your spirit thru your thoughts. I can hear your light thru your genuine speech. You are rare delights.
Some rules still apply. Invite me in... feed my hunger... Quench your thirst in me...
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