Eyes roll blank
Fixed on me
Jaw gapes with growing teeth
Hands too strong
Fingers around my throat
Demand I feed 
He doesn't even speak
In his demon whisper
A hiss snakes out

My blood is thick and slow-moving
But he drinks well before it clots
He is calm again and solemn
He is fed and relaxes
At last...

     Now I know hunger but he denies it
     I know I've denied him
     But this overwhelming need-
     It's more than I can understand, I think
     I don't know the full power of it
     I see strange things
     His blue veins so close to the skin
     And arteries- I've never seen before...
     And frightening things, a little girl
     Like me, but an angel with bloodied wings
     And a cracked stone gargoyle laughing
     At the new despair.

I calm enough to sit quiet
With hunger in my belly
A weird fear creeps through me
When I see his blood at last
I can't stop to wonder
He sits and I drink
It isn't the same coppery tang
It's thinner and tastes like oil
But it's what I sought
It is what I need

My wings are soaked with red.