Metamorphosis

Today I killed an ingenue.
They say she died young.
I am the one to blame. 
Hell to that gory bat.
                                                                                
A lecher, a murderer, or a monster?
No, I am less a demon than a leech.
She begged for immortality. 
I granted her wish.
                                                                                
Some lad claimed to save other damsels in distress.
For the love of humanity, he became a hero.
With garlic, a prick, and a cross, 
He now challenged me.
                                                                                
Tiptoeing, he wormed into my turf like a thief.
Despite his prudence, the garlic betrayed him.
Look how mighty he is! 
He wielded his garlic like a tawdry necklace.
                                                                                
"Out you bloody vampire," he quavered.
Blandishing his weapons, he demanded my presence.
That's rude. 
Doesn't he know how to say "please"?

I couldn't help laughing, 
For I am a Chinese vampire.
Not afraid of the cross, I'm even fond of garlic.
So, I left a note on a trunk:
                                                                                
"Nice outfit! You drag queen.
The knight armor is out of style.
Be careful of the prick, though. 
You may hurt yourself."