Bitten His skin is pale, white as fresh fallen snow. His fangs are sharp as daggers. He is a vampire, creature of darkness. We lie in my bed and he starts kissing me and biting gently on my neck I touch him; stroke my fingers across his bare pale, muscley chest, knowing that he is really there. He opens the top buttons on my shirt, exposing my bare shoulders I wrap my arms around him and clench his shoulder blades. When we are ready, my shirt off and my arms around him he starts biting on my neck, barely piercing the skin. As he does this the adrenaline rushes throughout my body and I say two words I never thought I would say, “Change me” In that instant he bites down on my neck and drinks my sweet crimson blood. When he is done, I feel the venom from his fangs flow through my veins. And he utters a single phrase “Welcome to the dark side”