The flow of blood runs down his chin his victium staring up at him beaging for her life. A devilish grin spreads acrost his face. As he reaches for a blade, she starts to cry. Blood poring from her neck and the last beat of her heart says that she is dead. Saticfide by his kill, he picks up his trench coat and walks out the door, leaving her body filling the tub of her blood.
It is nearly three in the morning when he arrives to the club........
COMMENTS
-