His hair the color of a raven dripped of the sweat that covered his olive skin. A whiskey bottle dangling from his finger tips a cigar clenched between his beautiful white fanged teeth. His eyes seem to glow under the moons light and his mind was full of rage..she lay awake in her bed thoughts of him rushing through her head she knew he would be home tonight and she was full of fright..He walked softly down the hall he didn\'t want to wake the baby that lay safely in her crib NO! He didn\'t want her to know what daddy does to mama while she\'s sleeping..He took the last sip from the bottle licking his lips with his forked tongue turning his head from side to side like a boxer getting ready for a fight but tonight he won\'t use his fist he wants to taste the blood from this Bitch!!