Yoshiki licked the crimson from the length of his blade, huffing a weak chuckle as he eased into the metallic taste. His eyes stood firmly on the man clutching his chest, stains smeared on his business suit. Tch. What a pathetic being, following unsuspecting girls home after school with a flash camera. Oh, how he wanted to paint the walls with his blood. His spine trembled. It was satisfying, watching him suffer, but he needed to hurry up.
Snagging a garbage bag from his pocket, he jerked it in the wind, opening the sack. He then fixed his eyes once again on the injured man and waved the knife before his face. "Ja ne."
A strike for his arms. Another for the legs. Split the torso in half, and hack the neck.
Red expanded in a pool, pouring from the offcuts. The stench of death intensified. His fingertips became sticky as he stuffed the bag and heaved it over his shoulder. He walked away from the scene like a regular man and ducked into his car, leaving his newest 'friend' in the boot. Today was a good day.
Pulling up to his old apartment, he dragged the bag along the ground. There was no use trying to hide it now. It was a reasonably deserted area.
The rooms became darker as he trudged along until he arrived in a large room. There was no furniture, and no need for any. It was glamorous already. Skeletons decorated the floor, chalk and scarlet everywhere. He shuddered as he familiarized her. "Dinner time."
Her eyes split open, the flavour of flesh dry in her mouth. She unfolded from her crouched stance and crawled on all fours to her precious saviour. The intoxicating scent of fresh catch stimulated her nostrils. Her stomach boiled and tossed. So… hungry… Sizzling fluid wept off her chin. Slowly, she stretched her arm out.
He threw the grub in her reach, humming in luxury as his love drooled upon the contents. She pulled out a thigh and licked the excess blood from the sides like sauce. Her eyes lit up with delight.
"Mm… So juicy, god… It's, oh… so good."
She sunk her teeth into the delicate meat, breaking the skin and blood vessels before pulling back and chewing hurriedly. It melted on her tongue, easing down her throat like ice cream. There had to be a way to satisfy the demon in her stomach. She indulged, gnawing on the bones like kebabs, nibbing on the flesh like corn. Her head was buried in plastic and limbs.
Frozen in place, he watched his beloved enjoy herself in mangled bodies. It ignited a fire in his gut that perked his attention. Such pleasure he found in feeding his dearest. She was a heart-stopper. If there were anything he could do for her, he would do it. Anything. His gaze moved down her figure. Man, she was gorgeous. The way her eyes burned whenever he arrived, the way she moved when filled with content. They were in love. Ultimately perfect. She tilted her head up for a second and he caught his favourite thing about her.
Her blood-drenched smile. So beautiful.
A strike for his arms. Another for the legs. Split the torso in half, and hack the neck.
A/N: So this one is slightly a whole lot darker, and shorter, and late (again). Sorry. I'll try to fix that. Hope you enjoyed otherwise!
