Pure Chocolate

Warm blood ran down his fingers. Spots of blood covered his well tone face, his green eyes burned red with lust of killing. It felt wonderful to feel the life water from his latest victim on him. He picked a great one this time. Sure, there were others he could have picked, but she stood out more than the others did. Her light brown hair dipped in blond highlights, crystal blue eyes drew him to her, which sealed her fate.

He didn’t expect to go out that night, usually he stayed inside for at least a month before going out. Not after his last victim two weeks ago. Nevertheless, something drew him out. Now he was glad he did. He went to a nightclub called ‘Raven.’ He always picked his victims here. He picked them carefully, not to draw too much attention that would make the bar tenders to recognize him. He was just about to leave.

When he saw her. She was in her mid twenties, her hair looked so smooth he wanted to run his hands through them, her body was tone into shape from exercise but still fragile. Soon he could feel his blood-lust growing. He didn’t expect to find another victim so soon. But he needed to feel the blood run through his fingers again. He wanted to cut smooth skin again. And hers was especially smooth. Like a baby’s skin. Young, but very much innocent.

He looked back down at her again. Her crystal blue eyes widen in terror, but clouded over. Gashes bore across her arms. Her upper body was mutilated. Legs and lower region were also cut up. He chuckled to him self. ‘They won’t be able to sew her back like the last one.’

He brought his face closer to hers. He remembered how she reacted when he made the first cut. She screamed. He slapped her; she fell to the ground, trying desperately escaping his grasp. But he pulled her back by her ankle. Then, it was pure bliss for him. Blood sprayed everywhere, on him, the furniture, and the floor. He knew it would be a troublesome clean up, but it was worth it.

Still close to her face. He licked the running blood down her cheek where a gash was just below her eye, it made her look like she was crying blood. To another person, the blood would have tasted like copper, but to him…it was pure chocolate.