Late night, going home

After an evening of alcohol fuelled frivolity.

My friends wanted to move on,

But I’d had enough.

I’d stumbled to the bus stop

In time for the last bus of the evening.

That’s where I saw her first;

She arrived at the stop,

Just as the bus turned the corner.

Pretty, in a vulnerable sort of way;

Long, shining black hair,

With a complexion that looked pale

Under the sodium lights.

And her eyes!

I tried hard not to stare,

But my furtive glances

Hinted that they looked golden.

I got on the bus, and sat down;

She followed, moving past to sit further back.

Two other passengers got off

After a couple of stops,

Leaving just the two of us and the driver on board.

No one else got on,

And soon I saw my stop approaching.

Ringing the bell, I got up

And headed towards the door.

As the bus stopped, and the door opened,

I suddenly realised she was just behind me.

I was slightly puzzled;

I hadn’t seen her in the area before,

Certain that I would have noticed her,

And wondered if my luck had just changed.

We got off, and the bus chugged on down the murky street.

I paused to fasten my coat,

And peeked to see which way she was going.

She hadn’t moved.

I turned to face her, and detected a strange glint in her eyes.

They were almost yellow, I saw, in the dim street lights.

As I looked at her, she started to smile,

The hint of bright white teeth appearing

Between the dark red lips.

As I started to grin myself,

In response to this unlooked for good fortune,

Her smile widened to reveal the gleaming fangs……