And then, as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks, I saw you there…

"Eat…" The man- no, the monster, snarled at the animal, who carefully pecked at the small piece of stale bread, wincing at the terrible taste.

"HURRY UP!" The monster spat at it, who jolted back in fear. Silently, it then reached out and gave a few more nibbles at the bread, for the temptation of food in its rumbling stomach was growing too strong. After some painful, dry gulps, the animal weakly looked back down at the chains on its ankles.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, the monster produced a childlike pout at the animal, mocking how broken and defeated it looked, and how it wasn't any more fun. Then, to make sure the unfortunate captive was listening, he struck its bloodstained face with a mighty blow.

Expectedly, it slowly raised its head, glaring back up in hatred at what awaited:

An inhumane killer -cold-blooded, heartless, and uncaring- with murderous eyes and a striking smile of twisted glee.

Remember… they killed your friends… They started this… they began your torture… avenge for your friends, and avenge for yourself and the misery that haunts you…

Another body tumbled to the blood-splattered floor of the monochrome BL/ind outpost. With a cigarette suspending from his mouth, Gerard spitefully smirked with one side of his cheeks, while the other remained in its callous cold. Even since his massacre began, the Devil kept encouraging that he must make the Draculoids pay for his friends' deaths, his personal suffering, and separation from. It made sense anyways; the Draculoids are evil and caused his torment, so why not? And he had such fun and satisfaction with these games of manslaughter, as if a tiny bit of his anger and vengeance could be released every time a victim is butchered.

Six hundred thirty-two, an evil chuckle came from the voice in his head. Only three hundred sixty-eight are left. You're doing quite well…

The Draculoids kept shooting at him, but compared to his amateur enemies, Gerard, who was extremely gifted with his weaponry, was like a fucking god. Pointing the muzzle precisely at two of the remaining Draculoids' heads, he consecutively pulled the trigger as he gleamed with delight. PANG PANG! Their bodies fell to the ground, blood pouring out from the bullet hole in their foreheads. Six hundred thirty-four, the Devil muttered with an amused cackle. A few bullets zoomed at Gerard, but his accelerated reflexes helped him flip behind the wall behind him and dodge the shots. This is so fuckin' fun, he thought with a dark snicker. Now, I shall DESTROYA! He gracefully strode forward and returned to his original position in front of the wall, maneuvering his weapons with ease.

Six hundred thirty-eight… You are quite the entertainer!

The bullets stopped rushing at him; Gerard gave a grin, and his crimson eyes glowed with enjoyment and delight. Ahhh… he stared at the blood on the ground and the bodies surrounding him. Gerard spat out his cigarette, lapping his fangs with his tongue as his stomach growled, pleading for a delicious, engrossing liquid. Immediately, he dashed to the nearest fallen Draculoid, and sank those merciless fangs into its lifeless body. He closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure and relishing the lovely taste of the red liquid as it slipped down and soothed his fiery throat.

Unexpectedly, he could feel her presence surrounding his body, trapping him like a cage of affection. "Poison, my darling… Please come back to me..." In the darkness of his shut eyes, she reached out and grabbed his shoulders with her beautiful yet phantom-like hands, and leaned in for a kiss… Gerard felt her soft lips collide with his, and as she then closed her eyes, his heart sank with a mixture of joy and sadness. Helena…

Helena's sweet perfume consumed Poison as they intertwined their bodies in a tight hug while still locked within a fierce kiss. Her lush, exquisite black hair tickled his shoulders while he caressed her in a blanket of warmth. As she gently stroked his cheeks with her lovely hands, Gerard couldn't help but blush with pure happiness. Snuggling even closer to Helena, he cuddled her soft face with one hand and embraced her body with another, adoringly wrapping his arm around her waist as their passionate kiss grew deeper and deeper. I love you… I love you so fucking much, my angel…

He wished their kiss could just last forever, but no…

Helena suddenly let go of Gerard, and their kiss started fading away as Helena was being sadistically dragged away by invisible claws. His lover quickly disappeared behind a wall of mist, but nonetheless, with a ghostly voice, she desperately screamed, "Poison, save me!"

Gerard tried to reach out and seize her from its grasp, but he was firmly locked in his place. He helplessly, torturously watched as a disturbing, blood-stained monster emerge from the mist, opening its petrifying jaw behind her, and getting closer and closer to Helena's panicking body. Helena kept on screaming and begging for help, but those invisible claws only persisted on pulling her towards her demise. Gerard's heart pulsed faster and faster as his happiness was replaced by dread and torment; his surroundings turned from a lonely black to a hellish orange-red. The monster let out a howl of delight as Helena shrieked one final time…

Then, there was nothing but silence.

His vision was gone. Once more, he was engulfed by the same desolate darkness.

No… no… NO! HELENA! DON'T LEAVE ME! OH PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME NOW! I MISS YOU SO FUCKING MUCH! OH PLEASE, DON'T GO AWAY, I'M NEEDING YOUR TOUCH!

Sitting up, Gerard ultimately snapped out of his nightmare, and stared at the mess he'd made. His teeth still were still sunk in the victim's neck (somehow, he'd managed to provide enough force for his fangs to lift the body upright, just like himself), but clearly, he had stopped sucking sometime along the way of his vision. A pool of blood, leaking out from the holes in the victim's neck, surrounded him and his victim; Gerard drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled in anger at his soaked clothes. With that, he recalled his kiss with her, and he sighed in woe. Helena…

Her gorgeous body, that wonderful scent, her lips and her touch, the collision of her kiss made it… so hard. And the nightmare…

Lately, he's been having frequent nightmares, where he'd see a phantom-like Helena and they would interact in one way or another, but would eventually end up with him defeatedly witnessing her being hurt, and, in severe cases, killed. Perhaps it was a sort of punishment for killing all those lives; however, if he were to ever see his lover again, he was willing to do anything.

Helena, trust me, very soon we'll meet again.

Then, without a sound, he wished her away; or tried to, at least.

Gerard carefully stood up, cursing in disappointment at the wasted blood. His pants were drenched with the now cooling liquid, and his black leather shoes were also covered with a thick coating of red. Hey, at least his entire outfit would be bloody now, since suit was constantly stained red anyways. He secured the magazines of his two black pistols to ensure they won't randomly go off, and tucked them inside the pockets in his pants. Recovering from the heartache and erasing her last images out of his head, he then stood up and stepped out from the gory mess, muttering "ugh" in disgust as a few splashes of blood seeped down from his pants and made small splatters on the ground.

Uniform footsteps approached from down the hall, marching on top of the bodies already lying on the ground. Gerard turned around to see six more Draculoids heading for him; adrenaline and wrath rushed to his head, almost dizzying him, and he felt his thumping heartbeat go just a bit faster. Ah, yes! Another few more for me to kill! I ensure you, as I demolish your hopeless little bodies, you will die a quick death… So, show me what you got; I can take it! Gimme more detonation, make 'em like tiny daggers up to heaven!

They're never gonna get him- he knew that for sure. It was like a bullet through a flock of doves. Snorting, he pulled out the guns in his pockets, unsecured the magazines, raised his arms up and pointed the muzzles at the foolish Draculoids, then started firing at will.

After all this time in solitude, slaughtering became an addiction for Gerard. It was the only thing he still found entertaining; his loneliness and his need for Helena drove him mad. The adrenaline that rushed to his head as his prey fell to the ground gave him immense pleasure, and he literally cherished watching his victims die and their blood bleed out…

He became a freak, a mentally unstable psychopath. And… without her was how he disappeared. At first, as he killed, he had desperately searched for her; along every Draculoid outpost, in the concentrated cities, sometimes even venturing into the Battery. But no, he could never find her, and after tragic disenchantment, he ultimately decided to surrender his dreams to the night, and stick solely to killing. Oh, what he'd do just to get back in her arms.

Would a thousand bodies piled up, he often thought, ever be enough to show you just what I've been thinking of? Or, should I keep on making more, just to prove what I adore? But… every inch of sanity is all I'm asking for…