Blood didn't feel the way he thought it would; sticky and hot between his fingers.
Instead it was warm and smooth like silk
Blood didn't smell the way he thought it would either; sharp like copper as it steamed in the cold night.
Instead it was rich and sweet. It made him think of warm smiles and laughing eyes.
Killing was the biggest surprise. It was not earth shattering and painful.
Instead it was a release. A treasured replay of his most painful memory, because it was a memory of him.
And he would take it, love it, and become it, death and all.