The Terms

The Terms, She gave them to me coldly so that I would
not be mistaken.  There was no leeway.  Disobeying her
would be hazardess to my undead health.  I assumed 
by the recieving of a dangerous sunburn.

Her Terms, she gave them to me coldly.  I awakened 
with her already up, and out of the resting place.
I was alone their so I pulled myself out unsure of
where I had rested until I looked around.  I was 
in my basement.  The odor of the house was beginning
to strenghten, and it wouldn't be long before a 
neighbor called the police.  

Her terms, she gave them  to me coldly.  I found her
outside watching the full moon.  The light glistening
off of her as though she was a herself a bright star,
In a faster than I could see motion she stood directly
before me, and slammed a finger into my midsection.

I was thrown ten yards back and into the side of the
house.  The wood splintered as my back hit the house.
A brief moment of pain flashed through  me, but was 
then gone.

I look up to see her presence looming over me.  I 
was confused, and lost, wondering why she did it.

Her terms, she gave them to me coldly.  She stood 
there over me, and told me them.

"You are mine.  You shall be the general in my army,
but never forget who reigns over you.  You shall do
what I say, or else you shall meet the sun.  Any
way that you disobey me..."

She took one of her long finger nailed fingers, and
put it into my throat, piercing my undead flesh.  
Then she lifted my up. First until I was standing, 
And then further until my feet where above the
ground.  All my weight rested on her finger nail.

"And I will rip you apart."

I looked at her in the eyes.  The coldness that was
there.  

My throat, her finger nail slicing into my vocal 
cords, but still I rasply said, "Yes."

Her eyes changed, I took her blood, and joined her
on the hunt.