Unknown to him,
a vampiress was hunting him
who had claimed over a hundred souls
she had his nighttime patterns down
his favorite haunts
she was closing in on him
on a fortuitous night for her
she caught him getting into his car
after he spent hours in a bar
drunk and indefensible
her cape flowing in the night air
her long fangs bared
her eyes red and aglow
she pounced on him
ready to sink her fangs into his jugular
and suck the blood out of him
at that moment she felt a powerful shock
that shot her off of him
unto the hard ground
and nearly dissolved her
the power of the wooden cross
protectively hung around his neck.
Bob Boyd