I laid my head
upon your shoulder,
listening to the silence
that held you.
My heart pounded
in my chest.
The beating of your
undead heart,
I longed to hear.
You eyes,
as always,
were dark and intense.
You pinned me against
a nearby tree,
kissing me there
for what seemed like an eternity.
We pulled away slowly.
Your eyes remained on mine
for the merest of moments,
before you withdrew
into the darkness
that was the night.
You leapt from the darkness
Your face had changed,
Contorted and vicious.
He crept out from a nearby tree.
I yelled for you
to turn around.
The arrow came,
quick and fast.
You fell to your knees
in pain.
We ran back to my windowsill
And stepped into my room.
The arrow,
I tore from your chest.
the only pain you showed
was expressed in a single word.
You lay down in my bed,
I stroked the tattoo on your back.
The mark of the vampire demon Angelus.

You’re hand
fingered the gold cross
hanging from my neck.
The very first gift
you gave me,
on the night we first discovered
one another.
My name you murmured
through your pain.
I entwined my hand in yours.
Tears slid from my eyes
down my cheeks.
I told you
I loved you.
Not for the first time
but maybe the last.
For the first time,
you whispered
you loved me too.
Your eyes closed,
Your hand slid from mine,
your breath too ceased after a beat.
Nevertheless,
I yelled your name,
hoping you would come back to me,
that it was just a prank you were playing.
But still you lay as still and silent
as the night outside my windowsill.
Your body
For so long
Had belonged
to the night,
but not you’re sole.
Your body,
I lay on the roof
to face the rising sun.
As the sun rose,
I held my breath.
The body you’d been trapped in
for so long began to dissolve into the air.
It was then that I knew you were free.
Free from the world you’d lived on for so long.
Free from the demon that made up
Only half of who you truly were.
I whispered one last time my love for you and you for I.