The walls were cement. The bars made of iron. A single bed on a metal frame. One small barred window on the far wall that barely let in any light.
He had forgotten how long he'd been here. Two days, two weeks, two months, two years? It all blurred together. Day into night. Night into day.
He sighed and sat up swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Another restless night. Another lonely night.
The guard came to the cell and unlocked the door motioning for his wrists. He obeyed purring softly as the metal locked around his wrists. He allowed himself to he pulled to his feet and lef few down the corridor and into a room.
It was nicer than his cell obviously. White walls with rose along the border. Two large windows on either wall. A medium sized table in the middle with a tray of tea and two cups.
He held up his cuffed wrists as he sat down batting his eyelashes at the guard as his wrists were freed. The guard remained stoic and quiet as usual.
He sat facing the window folding his hands on the table and looked at the clock. His eyes watching the hands as the minutes ticked by.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
He glanced to his left as the door opened and a youngman walked in. He faced the window, a feral smile making its way onto his face before masking with a calm neutral look.
The young man sat down. He had a smile on his face. Boyish face and vibrant eyes.
"You're quite the energetic one aren't you?" He purred looking over the young man.
The young man blushed a little. "Thank you again for allowing me to interview you Mr. Sut-"
"Grell dear," he smiled leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. "Mr. Sutcliff is so formal. "
The young man nodded and began taking out a tape recorder and a notebook. Grell watched bbriefly pouring himself a cup of tea.
"Really, I thank you for an opportunity sir, its a real honor," the young man said.
Grell smiled. "Its my pleasure dear. Shall we begin?"
The young man nodded and pressed the button on the tape recorder. "State your name please."
"Grell Sutcliff."
"Your age?"
Grell laughed. "Its quite inappropriate to ask a woman her age but as I said, I'm in a good mood. 185."
The young man picked up his pen and looked at Grell. "Why did you do it?"
The red head leaned back in his chair. "Straight to the point." He nods. "I like that." He's quiet for a moment. "I ask myself that question everyday. Why did I do it? What drove me to it? To the point of slaughtering some odd people." He smiled. "And the answer is quite simple actually. Because I could." He chuckled. "Humans are such...absent minded beings."
He looked at his empty tea cup then at the tea pot. "Be a dear?"
The young man nodded and poured him more tea. Grell raised it to his lip and took a sip before setfing it down watching the young man drink his own.
"You did it because you could?" The youngman asked.
Grell nodded. "At first was just one or two here and there. Prostitute's mostly." He smirked. "Dears didn't know what hit'em. Then the occasional male to switch it up a bit...mostly the wife beater, the drunk, the cheater ect. Oh how they begged for mercy, on their knees like the dogs they were."
He paused taking another sip of her tea. "Couples were more fun. Most of the time one would run while the other struggled."
"How did you lure them in?"
Grell grinned. "The whores were easy. They'd do any for a quick buck. I'd give them the Impression that I wanted to, pardon my french, fuck them." He chuckled. "Then man would follow anything with nice legs. And the couples." He shrugged. "Everyone needs a little spice in the bedroom don't you think."
He looked at the youngman. "You look a little parched dear. More tea?"
The youngman nodded and Grell poured him more tea adding a nice spoonful of sugar. "You still haven't asked me how I killed them."
The young man drank his tea clearing his throat. "How did you kill them?"
Grell smiled. "They were all quite simple. I would bring them back to a small little hotel room. Fix them some tea." He stood up and began walking around. "They all liked sugar in their tea. Just like you. They'd start to feel dizzy after awhile."
The young man watched him walk around the room and coughed. "O...oh?"
The red head nodded. "They'd start to cough or choke depending on how fast they had drunk." He came up behind the young man placing his hands on his shoulders. "Their speech would slur. And their body would start to relax. Just like yours is now."
Grell pulled back and went over to the other door in the room opening it and taking out a knife out and walking back over.
"How are you feeling?" He asked running his finger over the blade.
"I feel..." the young man struggled to his feet. "Like I should be going..."
Grell chuckled. "You should have a seat dear. You look a little pale."
The young man nodded and plopped back down into his seat blinking. "I..I feel funny. "
Grell leaned in close. "I'm sure it's nothing."
He ran the tip of the knife down his cheek to his throat stroking it lightly. He started humming lightly pressing the tip in deeper watching as little beeds of red started trailing down the youngman's neck.
"Wha...what're you doing?" The young man asked.
Grell shushed him. "Just relax." He pushed the knife deeper smiling as the young man chocked on his breath.
"You're a lot quieter than the others," he mused draging the knife down. He sighed as the young mam choked and slumped forward the blood pooling on the floor beneath him.
He raised the knife to his lips and licked off the blood smiling as the guard came to the door.
"Really Sutcliff? You couldn't keep him alive longer?" William asked holding up the cuffs.
Grell smiled. "I tried..Why? Are you mad at me Will dear?"
William sighed. "At you? Never," he answered wrapping his arm around the red heads waist. "But you've given me over time now and for that. You'll be punished."