Bite Me..Erm. I mean You. I mean..nevermind.

     Fangs, they really would have come in handy. Except when I awakened as a vampire, I kept looking the mirror for them, and though I tried to convince myself that my incors were indeed larger then most...It still came down to, no, I don't have fangs.
  
    There was this woman the grocery line the other day, that I really wanted to chew out. By chew out I don't mean insult immensley until she feels like she should be on her knees, asking for forgiveness, I mean chew her out until I've punctured her juguler vein and there's blood...ALL OVER her, "300 dollar shoes" made with real snake skin that were bright pink, and didn't match her leopard skin, 3 sizes to tight, micromini skirt. However, if I even tried, by the time I would have ripped her throat out, the cops would have had me up against the wall with only a small wound, not even bloody, on her neck. I know, because a friend of mine named Ian, let me try it on his arm.
    It happened in freshmen year at my High School, and another friend of mine named Jenny, asked me if we could have a biting contest. She being non vampiric, thought that as a vampire I should have bit harder. I thought that too.
     Until her bite wound left yellow, green and black, bruising around broken skin. My bite only had light indentations and minimal bruising.

  There was another time, when my Mother needed me to open a bag of chips for her. We looked high and low for a knife, but they were all in the dish washer and she didn't want to take one out and mess up the wash cycle. So she handed me the bag of chips and I clenched my teeth together against the touch skinned bag, and then I pullled the bag away from my teeth, jaw still clenched.
 Nothing.
  Nada.
The bag remained un-punctured.

   One Halloween I was a vampire. I was eighteen and it was the first time I was--myself...only not. It was a killer costume and by killer I mean, I had these realistic fangs. Calling myself a vampire, everyone though they were indeed real--and by real? I mean they thought I had actually gone to a dentist to get them done like the other emo-retards that call themselves vampires. The point of this story, was that I scared the living shit out of everyone who came near me. All the way up to the point where my best friends stopped talking to me and ignored me slightly because they thought--I was a vampire, and they believed that I had the power to rip flesh off from their very bones with a single bite. Anyone on the streets at midnight with a little too much rum in their bellys..didn't even go near me after I flashed my fangs at them. I can do a mean growl, but I don't count that as apart of my vampirism.

I'm a vampire, and I apologize that I don't have fangs.

Arms *Record Scratch* Legs Wide Open

    There's a beautiful maiden sitting aside of you, on the park bench. The light is dimmned but you can see her luminscent skin by the display of the lunar light overhead, running its white light across her naked body like a tongue, wet and hungry. You take her home and make sweet, sweet love to her all night with her innocent life that fills you, and makes you become a new person. She is a goddess, she is a vampire. After you make love to her, you cuddle with her and wait for the sun to come up where she will be there no more...but you wait for night to come again unto where every night for eternity, she will show you the true meaning of lust.

                                           **Record F**king Scratch**

    I'm sitting aside you, on the bench, virginal and lovley with a ribbon tied around each ringlet of my light brown hair. I flash my green eyes at you and ask if you're feeling lonley tonight. That's where you tell me you don't have any extra beds...buhut-----I could share the bed with you.
   * * * An Hour Later
  --------------------------->      -->   --> That....is what you look like.






     There's nothing romantic about "love-making" in my mind, when I'm trully ravenously lusty. I'm not going to NOT bite you in bed, because that's just what I like to do, a lot of humans such as myself, like to bite and scratch and even blood drink during bed. So I'm human too! Only, like I said, you're probably going to look like the second photo above, because that's exactly what I want to do with you. Unless you don't take it that far and let the emotions beat within me, strumming up the cords of anger, fear, and orgasm...then you're just going to be big juicy fleshy peices, because I won't have gone as far as eating it all while falling into a delerium.
  Screaming, Womb Trembling, Teeth Clenching, Biting, Drinking, Tasting,  Moaning; rocking against someone and riding him until he can't see from the blackness of absolute bliss. That's my opinion of a great night in bed...though I wouldn't know. But a Vamp can dream can't she?
  I'm just saying, vampires have dreams, and when they dream, it's all about the blood--and not necessarily the amaranth-in-color goo that seeps out from a razor mark...I'm talking about blood falling in the bed and saturating the silk, filling me, surrounding me, pooling me in a bed of blood and silk, and mating.
  When I think of having sex, I think of someone filling me.
  Someone hurting me, but loving me to death.
  I think about the twisted thoughts that humans apparenlty never have.

I'm a vampire, and I apologize for wanting to tear your flesh off in bed.

Lights Out

 I wish I were a monster; an emo-drag queen cutting her wrists and doubling over from too many shots of tequila after sucking in two blunts of Marjauna. The fact that I spelled the drug wrong states the fact, that I'm as innocent as a twelfth grader who's the only one in class who hasn't lost her virginity yet.
 When the lights go out in the sky, and the big bulbious bright thing goes away, I change. My skin--my fangs, my--I'm just kidding, guys.

  I like the night time, because everyone else goes to bed, for the most part, and it is all about me. It's all about Courtney! The night is my precious moment where I'm awake, and full of energy though I don't know why. I've tried nocturnal-activity, sleeping in the day time, and stayign awake all night. It worked out better and I was happier that way--except it wasn't do-able. I felt more energized at night and could do more with that spare time, then I could do in the spare time in the light hours.
  Lights are out, and I am cold, calmed, and the earth is my sanctuary. I can think without trying, and do without moving. I feel like a light faerie traveling across the globe with a simple flicker of wings and then I'm there. The tree's talk, cooing like a baby and whispering to me like the mother I needed all my years; they confort me and I can feel life's breath breathing down my bones. I don't have to cry here, when the sun has gone away, and the moon comes out to play. The day is a masculin hours, heavy, heated, forward, and forceful, to where stress fills my veins and I have to run all day while sweat runs down my back. I could run at night and feel free about it. I could run errands at night, (if places were open), and become estatic with the thought of shopping at my time of the night.
  Night is the day I crave, because its the only few hours where I can function optimumly, regardless that during darkness.
 I went to the store the other day at 2:00 A.M. I was starving because I hadn't eaten anything for six hours and decided to go to a 24 hour Walmart. I need a few things for home, dinners, supplies, and such. When I finished unpacking at the counter, the woman looked at my with tired eyes and she rubbed at them like I had just thrown salt in them. "Good Morning, how are you?!" I said with a cheery voice, one only heard from angels singing down from the heavens, or from a Siren from the mystical sea. She looked at me like I was a demon and thought my voice worse, then the beeping noise that chirped on as she rolled the bread, the soda, and the Slim Fast bars across the scanner. "you look tired, are you tired?"
    "Aren't you?!' She almost yelled. I wanted to bite my lip and leave it be. I wanted to , I really did, but instead I yelled back.
  "If you can't handle being up at night then go to bed."

 It didn't/doesn't make sense, if you can't sleep in the day time like many people can't, and can't handle being up at the dark hours because it makes your sleepy then I don't know why you decided to do such a thing.

  The sunlight makes me sleepy regardless and when I fall asleep, no matter how much I do indeed appreciate several hours of collapsing into drea--well nightmairs--It feels wrong. The darkness doesn't coax me into slumber, it coax me into a ravenous nature where I will dance through the city in a mindless wonder until I am done with the "day" and am heavy from exaustion. The sunlight pulls me, heated or not, the light pushes me down the stairs. It makes me fall asleep, not the night.
    I'm a vampire, and I apologize that I'm talking to you in a chipper tone at 2:00 in the morning; that I'm up when you can't be and feel like sleeping when you can be.