From the moment he saw him get off that plane, Kristoph Gavin wanted to rip his little brother apart. He felt a bolt of desire shake through him, desire to tear back that pretty face and clamp his teeth around his tanned neck, to hear and feel the screams echo through his very being. He wanted to rape the man, degrade him, humiliate him, and destroy him. He wanted to feel the blood gush deliciously between his fingers, see the fight slowly ebb away from his pray. He could just picture the sight the young man would make, bloody, broken and dying, his body roughly jolted by each stroke Kristoph made. He let out a hysterical giggle, keeping the volume low lest anyone around him notice. He adjusted his glasses, picturing how the younger would look if he used the glass in them to carve out his beautiful eyes. Oh yes, he'd be perfect. He couldn't wait to destroy Klavier.
The first thing he did was put on a fake smile, and step towards the 19 year old boy, greeting him. "Welcome to America, Bruderlein. I hope you enjoy your new life here."