• His breathing resped in his thoart, his hands stained with sweat. He didn't dare to look down from the darkness of his hood, didn't dare to look at the small dark pool of blood spearding across the floor. The smell of it licked at his skin with such sweetness that it burned his nose with it's scent, he ran his tongue over the front of his teeth. Swallowing any missed blood from the neck of his beautiful victum, he turned his cloak flowing behind him. He began to walk, his feet trudging on the ground.