I went looking for trouble, and boy I found her......She’s in love with her self....She likes
the dark....On her milk white neck....The Devil's mark....It’s all hallows Eve....The moon
is full....Will she trick or treat....I bet she will.....She’s got a date at midnight....With
Nosferatu....[Black no. 1 (Little Miss Scare-All) by Type O Negative]
Her pace quickens....Footsteps, following her?...The night chill
surrounds her with the fog.....There is someone following her, but she dares not
turn.....Panic is beginning to set in.....She turns down the ally to seek refuge, and I am on
her......Her scream is not heard....Slowly she yields to me.....My fangs pierce her
flesh....Her life begins to ebb, and the new one begins....I feed....she joins me...