Just a oneshot
Who am I to consider myself greater than gods when I am lesser than the worst mortal? For in my power and my strength, I find myself faced with a deadly decision: to consume life or pass away to dust as I was made. Life, it seems, does not live within me. Rather, I must steal it like a thief in the night; a succubus of human blood. The sun has not only abandoned me, but made me its enemy. I am a slave to the stars; bonded to the moon. Doomed to lie in this coffin while warmth consumes the earth. I lie here and wait. I wait until those still breathing escape to dreams. I wait until the earth is wrapped in moonlight; surround by silver and cold. I wait until the undying come out to play. I wait until its killing time once more. Tonight I will find my love as cold as winter. I will gallivant in this false skin. I will whisper words of compassion; of promises that will be broken. She wants love, but all I can think of is how strongly she tastes of blood. I will bit her lip and taste her warmth. The warmth I had come to know from years before. For I met my love before I was…born, or more accurately, reborn. When my heart was still beating and my skin glowed with the golden rays of life. That is why I must leave here tonight. I must find the place where we used to play. Back when we were young and careless; full of the human kindness, fueled by a youthful love. Before I became a wolf among the sheep. Before she went from my lover to my prey. I am no stranger to taking a life, even the life of one I love. I must leave my home; I will take a whole new name. I will leave my love, my unassuming misery. Perhaps she will find someone still full of verve as I once was. Until then, I remain alone.