It was pitch dark in the neighbourhood I was currently stalking through. I crept slowly towards the unfortunate person taking his midnight stroll. He should have known better.
His cries fled through the identical houses that lined the road, while his blood flowed over the edge of the sidewalk into the drain. I watched it move like a shower. No. Like a waterfall of blood.
I moved away despite being fascinated with it, it wouldn't be wise to stick around. But if someone had been watching me, they would have seen my crimson eyes flash with excitement, with insanity.
I always did love blood baths.
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