Tisiphone Deathstryke:
"Bite me, I dare you!"

Vampire Boise:
"As the moonlight falls around your skin,
I can smell the fear and lustful sin.
I take a bite; You cringe with fright.
I take a longing glimpse of your life.
As the blood draws out I shiver with delight.
My prey, you are mine this night."

Tisiphone:
"Inside I cackle with delight
Under the convincing guise of fright.
Me? The prey? You're mistaken my dear,
For I lay in wait as you drew near.

I don't feel pain the way you do,
Because of my demon master who,
In toying with my precious nature
Made a different race of creature.

You seem surprised, what's wrong, sweet bane?
You choke as blood flows from my vein.
Oh, the venom treats me well,
But you're in your own private hell.

I lick your ear as you convulse
And tickle at your vein's weak pulse..."

Vampire Boise:
"My darling sister of the night,
Through his veins run blood and might
That of my dark Lord and Master
For all who battle will suffer disaster.

No surprise until the tickle my dear,
For it sends through me a gleeful cheer.
As I return the favor and force your hand ,
I surprise you with my determined stand.

Forsaken though we both may be,
We share the same life, you and me.
This battle is for my own pleasure,
And I could keep it going on forever."

Tisiphone:
"I shiver with ecstatic greed to feel
Your blood run through my veins.
Yes, it may be for your pleasure,
But I'm the one who holds the reins.

A new surprise I have for you,
For my blood is a special brew.
Against your skin, what's that you feel?
Fur? I change with my delicious meal.

Your fingers tangle in my pelt
As my old appearance starts to melt.
I stop and look with my new eyes
And linger over my sweet prize.

Tisiphone Deathstryke is no one's prey..."

Vampire Boise:
"Fur you have? So I see,
Under a moonlit canopy.
'Hold the reins,' you say, my dear?
I now must make things very clear.

My Demon Master gifted me with claws;
They now extract without a pause,
And on my head a sudden sight,
'Horns?' you say? It does seem right.

My claws doth grow within your flesh.
Your blood invites me as I do thresh,
And as I shred your beastly hide,
I utterly glow with bloody pride.

For now, dear sister, it does seem
You can understand my evil beam.
I thrive on any pain you offer
As I violently guide you to my coffer."

Tisiphone:
"A throaty laugh escapes my lips
As I grab you by the hips
And throw you savagely away
And wallow in the bloody fray.

Through the spinning in your head
You see what you thought was close to dead
Make another transformation
And swell to behemothic proportions.

Under a coat of bloody gore
Lay glittering scales over where you tore,
And from my back rip magnificent wings.
Through your ears a deafening roar sings.

You cower in your own demise
As you stare into hypnotic eyes.
I take a tremendous breath of air
And exhale into your precious hair.

You smell something burning and look down,
Your skin has melted into your gown.
You scream and thrash in searing pain
As my wrath around you rains.

A pounding grows closer as up you look
Just in time for my claws to hook
Into your belly and your head.
You tremble with utter fear and dread
As your beautiful body starts to shred
And wish you would have turned and fled..."

Vampire Boise:
"Retaliation...My dear sister of the night,
You may believe this is my plight,
My tremble was only a happy wiggle,
As I look upon you with a giggle.

Scales I see and hot breath too,
Burning fire like a flaming flue,
And as I peel off my skin and dress,
My fresh new skin doth impress.
I stretch my wings opened wide,
My trusty whip clutched by my side,
As I raise up to meet you eye to eye,
I flick my whip, removing your sty.

You grab upon your shredded face,
I take advantage with poise and grace,
I kick out my long spiked heel,
My aim impeccable which starts you to reel.

Now blind in both eyes, I take the vantage,
Inflicting upon you a great carnage,
My whip lashing under your scales,
For which you scream in bloody wails.

A million papercut lashes I inflict upon you,
While spitting salty blood into your rue,
An evil grimace as I take you down,
Bitch, that was my favorite gown!"

Tisiphone: (Part 1 of 2)
"As I scream in pain and ecstasy,
I think your efforts doth amuse me.
I covetously peer with my minds eye
At your lovely skin while your lashes fly.

A calculated throw of my long tail
Throws you off balance, and as you flail,
I expeditiously flip, and in midair,
Your trusty whip I snatch with flair.

I take vantage with my new armory
And flick it out with deadly accuracy.
It catches your wrists and wraps around
'Til your indestructable weapon has you bound.

As you're falling to your face in the grime,
I spring up and, in no time,
Land a well-placed knee to your back's small.
Grabbing your feet and tail, I bind them all."

*A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
"That's what we call a good Texan hog-tyin'"!
SoooWeee!"

(Part 2 of 2)
"As you scream and struggle to break free,
A deft toss forces you to face me.
I lean forward so you feel my hot breath,
And whisper, 'My dear, I am your death.'

With tender touch, I caress your face,
My claws extending, your pulse a race.
With surgeon's precision and barbarian skill,
From forehead, rounding chin, goes one razor-sharp nail.

As my makeshift scalpel finishes it's round,
Another on your lips quiets the sound,
A blood-curdling scream turned silent to fear.
'Hush, little mouse, the vultures might hear.'

The gut-wrenching pain blossoms in your eyes
As I delicately remove my coveted prize.
My oozing eye jelly mingles with your bloody gore,
And thus begins a masquerade, of sorts...

Blood dribbles from your muscles expos-ed,
And tendons contort with anguish and dread.
My tongue slips through luscious lips, once yours,
Grating like sandpaper on your open sores.

Maniacally laughing at the glistening moon,
Appraising your futile struggles and swoons,
Languidly splashing through bloody goo,
I sing, 'Oh honey, that's a good look on you!'"

TO BE CONTINUED...