Frostbitten

I wanted to die that night. I wanted it all to end. I stood at the edge of the rooftop ready to jump when my tired eyes met her glowing blues. They weren't natural. Nothing about her was natural, but I wasn't afraid. It wasn't until her ice-cold fangs sunk into my neck did I find myself terrified. But why?Wasn't death what I wanted? For once, wasn't I getting exactly what I wished for? Maybe I had hoped that in death, I would be reborn. Who knows, maybe I would be.