taylor swift is a... vampire?

taylor has been leaving her trace throughout the years, wisping through the decades without a single wrinkle, when anyone dared to raise a question, another botox PR scandal would errupt and dissipate in a second. but i knew what was happening, i always new, and i was going to expose taylor for what she was.

after working my ass off for years, i went from a garageband indie artist to the next big thing. i was working a line with miss swift. my messages flooded by her quaint whispers of support, "hows the album writing process been over the years?", "wanna meet at olive garden to talk about it?". it irked me to my bone, she was so fake, but wasnt i also? oh well. i always accepted every moment to be with her. i would say we are friends, but, its all just fake, we just tolerate each others company. 

at taylors last show in europe, i sweated backstage after opening for her. taylor spotted me as i stumbled to the makeshift kitchen for a glass of water. she apeared behind me and grabbed my wrist. shocked i jumped, turned around and greeted her with a smile. looking up at her tall stature was intimidating, her luscious red lips beemed in the light, complementing her striking souless blue eyes that glared down at me. i smiled and greeted her warmly.

"good luck for your show today! youll be amazing as always." 

"i know i will, and im glad you know too."

"love your confidence, im envious."

"you know a lot of things, dont you precious?"

i gulp and stare intently into her piercing glance. i breathe deeply and smile. thats when taylors fingers gently place themselves on my chin, and she raises my glance up to hers. she nears her face closer to mine just a distance away she whispers to me.

"youre such a curious child, working so hard just to learn more about me."

her hand danced around my neck and lower back, she lightly guided me backwards towards the wall. i was pinned against her, i couldnt run. her stare never brought warmth, but now it was colder than ever. her chilled breath froze my nose as i wimpered in regret. 

"do you want answers? to the decades of scandal surrounding me?" 

i start to tear up as her lips caress my cheek and neck. her cold fingers dig themselves into my shoulders.

"here you go princess"

she mumbles as she digs her fangs into my neck, i moan out in pain as my legs collapse and i fall into a heap in her arms. my vision comes and goes as i stare into her eyes, my blood dripping from her mouth. her fingers play with my hair as they tuck it behind my ear. she glares down at me with no regret, her plump lips forming a smile as she watches my life fade. her youthful skin was ready for her next performance, thanks to me.

hope you like my first blog post! im a huge vamplor truther, so friend me if you like that stuff, and im an amatuer writer too. im so tired so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!!! love you <3