In anyone's line of work, if you do it long enough. You will start to notice the little things. Nearly every day of my, err~ work. I hear human's fearful gasping, and their quivering. Just by the way the human sounds, you learn what kind of person he, or she truly is. Some encounter death with no remorse whatsoever for their actions. Whether it be a priest or a child molester~. Some will wrap their arms around my legs, repenting to me as if I were a bloody confessional.
"Please, anything you want. Just please don't kill me!" Silence! The young female freshman, lay in bed with hefty breathing, and frightened gasps of air. A familiar sigh is heard throughout the room. "Here, I present myself in your room. Why? Certainly not to listen to your pitiful cries to continue living." My master explains coldly. The gasps of breath disappear into only heavy breathing. This girl realizes the man in front of her can not be persuaded into letting her live. She steps out of her bed, and pulls a sheathed knife from underneath her pillow. She begins to unsheathe her knife.
In a flash, Bullock charges her. His arm reaching for her throat. *SLASH* Bullock has his hand wrapped around the girl's throat. Her eye's look to the deep wound she had made in Bullock's throat. The blood runs down his throat, unto the right side of his coat. The blood stands out, like a black sheep in a herd of white. The coat is midnight black. The blue buttons leading up to an ironically placed crucifix, held together with a gold chain. The freshman girl, can feel my master's hot breath complimenting her heated terror. Oh my this dictation is making me too excited-
"Lux!" My master's fierce call startles me, to the point of a stumble. He looks at me with poutful lips and unamused eyes. "The reader does not care about your sexual anxiety." Bullock says coldly to me. Slowly, I place the book on a nearby nightstand and look my master in his cold, ruthless, and dreamy- gah! There I go again getting distracted. I regain my composure, and clear my throat. "Master, you would be surprised at how many human readers appreciate a little sexuality in their readings" says I, with a cute grin on my face. My master starts to turn red from my words. Well, a different red then I'm usually used to. He hides his expression behind the neck of the college girl; digging his sharp fangs into her pink, and juicy neck. Red's (i'm going to call the college girl Red) cheeks fill with red. Growing more red as she moans in agony. My master has a seduced look on his face, completely aroused by the situation. He releases her softly, and cleans up the remainder of the blood on her neck with his long, snake-like tongue. Bullock lets go of her. Red falls to the ground with a soft thud, on the tiled floor. The scenery of the room almost grotesquely beautiful. A pure, small white room reflecting the moon's light. At the center, a poor innocent girl. "Sleeping" soundly against her light blue wall. The moon's light shining off her face.
My master turns to me and begins to speak. "There, I let you do your little- let's say romantic chapter in my book. Are you satisfied?" Quickly I respond; "Yes, yes! My master, that was simply brilliant. Your readers should be pleased. Said I with a bright, and musical tone to my voice. My master grins mischievously, fangs and all. "Tomorrow, we start the real fun. What my readers really want! My master says with blood-curdling enthusiasm.
I have a sinking feeling... It is going to get bloody. "Hehe."