I stepped onto the cool grass, it welcomed me like love.
The child could see me, but the father prayed to above.

He was so innocent, he did not understand.
The boy did not know his father's death was at hand.

No young ones, were the first rules written to say.
We must multiply our livestock in the old one's ways.

I took control of the boy's mind and he could not see or think.
I approached the father, who was to be my meal and my drink.

The father then saw me, as I walked into his path
He turned and gave me a grin, ready for the blood bath.

I was there next to him; he was locked in my feral grip.
I sank my fangs into his jugular and I felt his blood drip.

The man fell limp in my arms, as I felt his heart stop.
I laid the man on the ground and lifted a headstone of rock.

His skull collapsed when the stone fell from my hands.
I had cleaned up my mess, and then looked around at the land.

The boy still stood next to his dead parent in a daze.
I could feel the spell slipping, but his mind was still a maze.

I knelt before him and looked into his beautiful eyes.
I knelt before him and I carefully reached into his mind.

I made him remember every false deception I said.
He ran away and when he came back, his father was dead.

The boy sat next to the body, ready to tell those lies.
He sat there rocking his body and tears in his eyes.

He never saw me walk away and meld into the dark.
It was time to dig up old friends; it was a start.

Yay part 2...