Power. That's what I want. That's what I need to have. I have to be in control.
Silence is all I hear, with the exception of the few remaining blood drops exiting the body that lays lifeless on the ground. Breathing in the cool night's air to clear my head. Flashbacks of the monster I become when I get hungry start running through my mind. A tight cramp forms in the pit of my stomach. Guilt maybe? I shake my head to dismiss the memories for later.
"He deserved it."
I walk back into the room and am grateful for the plastic wrap I brought this time to dispose of the body easier. With duct tape in hand, I start at his feet and work my way up. Paying close attention to not leaving any trace of evidence that I was here. Looking at his face one last time before sealing him up tight and prepare him for disposal, the image burning in my memory. Finishing the site cleaning, I pick him up effortlessly and carry him. Thanks to the surge of power I get from a fresh feeding, I'm able to take him to the dump site without any issues.
Never get attached to your victims.
After disposing the body, I return back to the place I call home. Walking through the door of the studio apartment, a welcoming fragrance of warm cashmere fills deep into my lungs. Standing in the dark, my hearing senses enhance to make sure an unwelcomed visitor didn't sneak in. At first glance, the apartment is very plain and empty. A bed and a T.V. in the living area straight ahead, a small selection of food items in the kitchen to the left, and a few outfits in the closet across the room next to the bathroom door, all a setup to look normal. The only un-normal thing in my apartment, no personal items of my life or what I like were anywhere to be seen.
Travel lite, one can never be too careful or stay in one place too long.
Confirming I'm alone, I lock the door behind me, and head for my bathroom. Leaning down to turn the hot and cold knobs in the shower, jet streams of water are released, and steam starts to rise. Putting both hands on the sink, I look into the mirror, staring at the dried up blood smears that appear at random on my face and body. Amazed at how blood looks about as lifeless as me when it's all dried up.
I snap out of my daze, undressed out of the bloody clothes, and step into the shower. Letting the hot water hit my sore, aching muscles. Not in the mood to stand, I sit on the shower floor and look down at the running red water.
Too bad the water can't wash away this curse along with the blood.
Lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, I try to let sleep take over my consciousness. Sadly, my mind was winning the battle. Replaying the man's screams and pleas for mercy, looking scared, and scenes of him trying to hide from me, but every time I found him. Mentally torturing myself for what I've become. In the end, I was the victor, and satisfied with the prize that lied just skin deep, pulsing faster through his veins with every step I took closer to him.
Giving up, I got out of bed, heading towards the other half of the apartment. I opened the refrigerator and reached for the bottle of Vodka that was in there. I opened the bottle and slowly started drinking. Alcohol has no effect on my kind to get intoxicated, but it does relax our senses. After drinking about half the bottle, I put in back, and try for sleep once more.
"Ulrich Stern, when will you learn," he asked himself in a raspy tone. And with that sleep took over and the nightmares invaded.
