Their eyes widened in delight as the family of four squirmed. It was too amusing for them. The hands that were gloved with black silk were holding a sharp kitchen knife, the blade just poking into the father leg. Their eyes, reddened with demonic want and need to see the blood were wide with anticipation of what was to come. As quick as lightning strikes, they slit the fathers throat and watched the mother cry and the children scream.
No one would ever understand the feeling. At first they was doing this because they were being forced to but now it was a hobby, everything made them lose it. They felt amazing every time they watched someone die. They grabbed the knife again and smiled at the mother, silencing her cry to merely a whimper, they grinned letting the knife run up her body. Pretty girl, shame they would have to dispose of her. She was not gonna look very pretty after they was done with her.
The blade began to poke slowly into her skin, letting the blood ooze out of the mark. She screamed and they continued to smile at her, not saying a word. The two children were terrified but they wouldn't have that any other way. The blood oozed out of her arm before they plunged it into her chest, killing her.
Now the children were screaming more, this was really annoying them. They smirked with their eyes, a darkish red, flaring with the lust for blood. Dead things are beautiful; they looked at the parents thinking that. They looked at the children and dropped the blade, the gloved hands grasping around one of their little necks and squeezing till they ran out of air. Same with the other one, strangling with no remorse whatsoever. It was a beautiful thing to do.
The person stood up and smiled at their work, varied deaths and plenty of blood. They took out their phone and took a few pictures before walking out the room and then out the house into the dark.