Twist of fate

A tale of horror my mind creates,
a tale of woe I'll relate.
There was a woman whose throat was bleed,
from which evils stomach's feed.

So it goes:

She lays upon a crimson bed,
appropriate for blood is red.
He captured her in dark of night.
Handsome man, gorgeous sight.

She'd feared not for he was kind,
nothing revealing his evil side.
She'd fallen down,hurting knees,
He asked, "may I help you"? She said, "please".

So taking hand, he'd helped her up.
Grateful, she offered sup.
"Why yes", he said with plotting mind.
On her tonight, he'd greedily dine.

So off they went in taxi cab,
she soon learned he was "MAD".
The cab driver was a wicked fiend,
so what happened next was left unseen.

Into his home she was dragged,
"soon on you, I'll dine", he bragged.
She tried to bite and scratch his face,
it only fed his need to sate.

He placed her upon the crimson bed,
last rites were hurriedly read.
Over her neck he bent with glee,
her throat, her blood, was his need.

Now she's gone, his stomach's fed.
He whispers, "soon you'll be undead".
"You'll walk upon the earth as me,
seeking others on who'll you'll feed."

"I've chosen you to be my bride",
her eyes open, he laughs with pride.
Again he offers her his hand,
gracefully she slowly stands.

Here's the twist!!

Into his heart the stake is ran,
she'd foiled his unearthly plan.
Being she was no mere fool,
she'd planned this weeks ago at Lou's.

To set him up, the plot was laid.
His need to feed he would her raid.
She'd seen him lurking in the dark,
so falling down she acted the part.

She didn't die as you can see;
into fake skin he'd sank his teeth,
from which he drank fake blood the fool
how smart was she, this witch was cool.

And so this is how the story ends,
she didn't die, the vampire did.