I’ve been called many names, but none have ever truly called for me.
I wear the skin of a submissive and coat my fangs with honeyed lies.
I see you long before you ever notice me.
I begin to feed.
From your words, your energy, your beauty.
I watch… I take… I consume… I study all of you.
I have no intention of giving or submitting, only feeding the darkness inside me.
My hunger cares nothing for your consent, your well-being, or your boundaries.
I’ll do whatever it takes to scratch at your windows while avoiding your front door.
With questions, compliments, and other bids for attention.
I’ll charm your neighbors and infiltrate your community to sway public opinion.
As I feed from them, too.
I’ll knock, and I’ll press, and I’ll push until you give me the smallest opening…
That’s all I need.
To sink my fangs into you and infuse your bloodstream with lies as I consume you.
I’ll feed while you lose yourself in the fog of my influence.
A daydream of self-abandonment and forgotten standards.
I’ll let you believe whatever you want to believe while I take your energy, your creativity, your kindness, your Dominance, your power, your emotional regulation, your nurturing, your protection…
Your eyes will become heavy as you draw nearer and nearer to total exhaustion.
Until there’s nothing left.
That’s when I’ll find a new source.
Some discover what I am before it’s too late.
But I’ve already drunk so much.
You’ll need time to rest and recover from me.
Others still refuse to let me in.
But I keep trying.
Waiting for the smallest opening.
I’m not sorry.
I’m not ignorant of my actions.
This is what I am.
And what I will always be.
Epilogue: To the Slayers
I dedicate this to the Dom/mes and Switches who have been victimized, gaslit, manipulated, and hurt by predators masquerading as suitors and submissives.
To those who have had to fight to have their consent, autonomy, dignity, and boundaries respected.
And to those who haven’t experienced it firsthand but must still expend precious energy protecting themselves against it.
May you never mistake someone’s hunger for devotion.
May you never feel obligated to feed what seeks to consume you.
May you recognize that your kindness is not an invitation to be exploited, your Dominance is not a resource to be depleted, and your consent is never something to be negotiated through coercion.
To those who have been drained, may you find the space to rest, recover, and reclaim everything that was always yours.
And to those who stand guard at their doors, remember that you are never obligated to open them.
The only way to slay a vampire is to starve them.
To the slayers: keep on keeping on. 🖤