The Saga of the Dark Prince - Virgin Bloodlust

The Countess was getting fed up of feeding on lowly rats
Echoing sounds of feet were descending the catacomb stairs
She slinked behind a stone column to spy at her new visitors
It was his minions and one announced, “A gift our Prince shares”

They threw down their frightened captive onto the ground
A young maiden visibly shaken from fear with tears streaming
Her eyes lit up with immense pleasure smelling virgin blood
As the Countess bared her fangs the maiden began screaming

The minions departed leaving her to feed with feverish delight
She pounced on her poor hapless victim who cried out in terror
Eyes of a frightened little animal she began begging for mercy
But the Countess heard none of it for her blood she shall savour

How she missed the nights of striking fear into all her victims
She relished the thought of chasing after her like it were a hunt
Allowing the terrified maiden to flea in sorry attempts to escape
As her uncontrollable thirst for blood came rising to the forefront

The thought crossed her mind to keep the lass around as a pet
But the smell of virgin blood was far too great
She has suffered too long since last tasting mortal blood
Her needs burgeoning with a shrieking girl doomed to her fate

Superior powers allowed her to watch the prey in slow motion
At every turn she merely had to step in front of the stunned girl
Cornering the little mouse her tongue ran along her throat slowly
Sharp fangs sank deep into the girl’s pulsing neck silencing her

Before she drained all the life blood from the poor ill-fated mortal
She hissed into her ears, “No one hears your screams within these walls!”
The girl’s eyes then went dead and her arms fell limp onto the ground
As the Countess’ wicked laughter echoed throughout the catacomb halls

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