With obvious flair and tranquil stead, gait of a gentleman, footsteps led,

To the girl at the station, the ticket-tending lass, the one that no male head, had yet to pass.

HE walks with a reason, a dedicated purpose, needing passage, business or lust?

‘One to the harbor’, his smile made her smile, nothing had worked on her, in quite awhile.

The flat coin pressed into her warm palm, his other hand lifting hers, to accept it without qualm.

‘Flirting with me; my lucky day’, thought the captivating, captivated lass, her eyes at play.

Finally payment accepted, turning to put it aside, she faced back to him, wondering how he decides,

To finish this game of heart-to-heart, what he would do and say, to inact a restart.

But waviness covered her eyes, his image distorted, artfully cannibalized,

So much she had to sit, leaning against the stall, breath shallow, she needed to call.

She felt herself picked up, in arms, and being carried away,

‘Flirting with me; my lucky day’

Thought Monzar von Hellsman, Vampire, carrying her away.