down the dusty western town streets echoed the sound of human heartbeats he rode a black horse with an empty stare bloodthirsty he was and for nothing else did he care
past the mercantile and little dress shops with human blood they burned hot his fangs ached to sink in deep his need was so strong he felt he could weep
he could travel with his pain only so far his thirst left him shrunkened and with scars but here he found so much pulsing blood so much it was like a vast crimson flood
he tied his horse at the hitching post outside the saloon those inside were about to experience their doom his blood hunger was so vast and wide within this establishment many soon died
he held them captive by using mind control they died and they didn't even know he drank their blood until their death soon he felt he had living breath
now full he shone with health he took his victims cash and their wealth he got back on his horse and rode off without a sound only the dead knew that a vampire had been in town
A unique vampire tale taking place in the old west.
Different. I liked reading this short story.
Not your typical vampire store.
If vampires existed in Europe and England in the 1700 and 1800s,
why not in the New World of America?
When I think of vampires, I never imagine them in the old west. This is such a unique historical setting to use for a tale of vampirism. I can imagine this as a scene in a movie. I love your creativity and I love this poem.
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