Beautiful and perfect but a monster withen

How can someone so beautiful and perfect be a horrible monster?
the smooth black hair as I put run my hand through it.
The pale skin as i run my other hand up his shirt. Those intense, intelligent cold black eyes as i gaze into them. The feel of his hand on my neck. The way he gentle tilts my head to the side. The softness of his lips ans he lays tiny kisses on my neck. The pain of his teeth puncturing my throat. The feel of his other hand around my waist drawing me closer to him. My heart racing as I feel faint. The memories of my life flash before my eyes. The feeling you know you are going to die but can do nothing but accept it. the feel of him letting me go as I slip to the ground and sigh.

**I don't know if this is really good. I just got this idea one day in class. So can you plz comment??**