A/N: I just came up with this today…after reading my book about serial killers…and well bloody animes like Hellsing and stuff. Albel makes a damn good killer, if I say so myself.

Disclaimer: I'd like to own Albel…but I wouldn't want Albel living near me. Bel-chan would murder me in my sleep.

Albel the Wicked was what he called himself, but to everyone else he was the "Kirlsa Killer". In a single year, Albel Nox had managed to kill over three hundred people without being caught, sending the small mining town into a spiral of panic. It was only half-way through his second year that Albel had finally been discovered by a local boy named Roger. And although that was the end of Albel's reign as a serial killer, the story was far from over.

At the time of the murders, Fayt Leingod had been a psychology student reading about the case. The killer struck mainly in Kirlsa, but took victims from the surrounding towns as well. All the victims were female, usually attractive young women that had been brutally raped, mutilated, and disemboweled. The killer always struck at night, snatching women who were foolish enough to be walking the streets and occasionally breaking into homes to drag sleeping college girls and young wives to their deaths in a cold, abandoned alleyway.

Fayt had not been a part of the investigation, as he was too young at the time, but he kept up with the case, and when evidence was finally presented by the boy, Roger, that he had seen his neighbor Albel Nox walking around the city of Airyglyph in bloodstained clothes, Fayt knew that it was the right man. Albel never killed in his own city, but travelled into Kirlsa to commit his crimes. Albel's father had died the year before and Albel was left alone in a house filled with mementoes of his father's days in law enforcement. There were so many weapons for him to choose from. When the police arrived to arrest him, they discovered that a katana, hung on the walls for decoration, was missing. It was later found in the garage, along with a mass of bloody clothes and dismembered body parts. Yes, Albel was definitely the killer.

At the age of twenty-three, Albel Nox stood trial and was found guilty. Although few could have believed that a sane man could have committed such atrocious crimes, his sanity was not questioned. Perhaps in a thirst for vengeance, Albel was sent to prison instead of a mental institution. And it was in prison that Fayt, now a psychology graduate, was allowed to interview him to gain insight into why he killed. His psychology professors had all believed Albel was wrongly imprisoned when he was obviously a very sick man and with Fayt's insight, they could try and petition to get him released on the grounds that he was insane. And so the youthful psychologist set out armed only with a few notebooks and the advice of his professors.

When he first saw Albel, the bluenette couldn't believe he hadn't been caught earlier. He was led inside, handcuffed and feet shackled. Although Albel had openly declared his disdain for women and his preference for men, not a single prisoner ever thought to take Albel up on his homosexuality. For a thin man like Albel, with a delicate-looking body, he should have been subjected to rape from the other prisoners. But no one would touch him. Hardened convicts begged not to have Albel in a cell on their floor and when the prisoners were let out together they stayed as far from him as possible. Only one guard, Cliff Fittir, seemed unafraid of Albel. He led Albel to the interview room at noon on the appointed day, locked the two of them inside, and kept watch outside.

Albel was a terrifying man to behold. Although it was said that he bathed almost excessively, he was a mess. His shoulder-length brown hair was uncombed and there were crumbs of food around his mouth. His nails were bitten down to bloody stubs and there were traces of this dried blood in the corners of his lips. He was tall and almost cadaverously thin with pale skin and a delicate face. It was unthinkable that anyone seeing Albel wandering around town wouldn't immediately have dark suspicions about the man. But if reports were true, he only left the house to kill.

Albel at first sat in his seat with his head down, looking down at the floor. His hair fell in front of his face, obscuring most of his features. He looked like a freak, but hardly the demon that people thought he was.

But then Albel lifted his head and fixed with a blood-red gaze that sent chills down Fayt's spine. On one hand, Albel was a horrible murderer and Fayt was nearly quivering in fear, but under the power of that gaze, Fayt also felt a maddening desire for him. It was disquieting.

Albel grinned wickedly and licked his lips. "So," he purred huskily. "Are you here to test me, fool? I want to see those inkblots you idiots are always blathering about." The eyes narrowed in wicked glee. "So, am I worthy of those stupid cards?"

Hands shaking, Fayt slowly pulled out a stack of cards from his pack. He laid them across the desk.

Albel leaned forward and stared intently. He pointed to the cards in succession. "Club. Sword. Fish. Faucet." He yawned. "These cards are all boring. Show me something thrilling, fool." He pushed the cards away and leaned back in his seat.

Fayt scribbled down his observations in a small notebook and then set out another few cards.

Albel's eyes lit up this time with fiendish glee as the ruby eyes raked over the cards. "Excellent," he purred. "I like these ones." His gaze flicked briefly to Fayt before he began pointing to the cards again. "We have a fish strapped to a rocket launcher, a machine gun, a pike…and the last one's my favorite." His eyes slid closed as he smirked. "That one is of Vlad Tepes."

"Vlad Tepes?" Fayt whispered.

"Well, obviously. He's got a man impaled on the stick before him." Albel cackled. "So much blood spatter. I just love his work."

Fayt cringed and made another note in his book.

"What's wrong, Fayt?" Albel purred. "Am I not enough for you?"

Fayt's eyes widened. "How do you…how do you know my name?" His hands shook so much he nearly dropped his pencil.

Albel shook his head. "Silly fool. It's on your name tag."

Fayt heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, okay, do you want to look at some more cards?"

Albel shook his head and propped his shackled feet up on the desk. "I've seen enough. Come back later, fool. I have not the patience to deal with you now."

Fayt was slightly taken aback by the cut dismissal, but he nodded and quickly gathered up his possessions.

Albel grinned widely. "In fact, why don't you come tomorrow? Maybe then I'll be in the mood to talk. But maybe not. It's a lot more fun to play mind games." He snickered. "Why should I ever show you my mind when it's more fun to manipulate yours?"

Fayt rose stiffly. "Tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow," Albel purred.

Fayt had no intention of returned to the Kirlsa cellblock the next day, but by late afternoon, he was ordered to return. It seemed that Albel had been asking for him and Albel was determined that until Fayt returned, he was going to make life a living hell for everyone else. The prison was nearly in a full-scale riot. Albel had already injured seven men, including a warden and to ease the disturbance, Fayt was sent for.

Fayt wasn't sure if he should feel flattered or annoyed that Albel wanted him back. It mirrored his own indecision over the man. Albel had certainly affected him deeply. As a psychology student, he shouldn't have let this happen. He had read cases about women falling in love with convicted killers, but he had never thought that he could be so foolish. Albel was a cold-blooded killer and he could kill him just as easily as all the women. He could not trust such a violent madman.

Fayt was shown back into the same interview room as before and Albel was soon brought in. Albel grinned widely. "Ah, you're back. I didn't think you would make it. I thought I told you to come back the same time as before."

Fayt frowned. "I don't remember you saying that."

Albel's grin widened. "Neither do I." He chuckled. "It's true we didn't agree on a time, but you shouldn't come so late next time. I don't want to wait for you."

Fayt sighed. "Do you want to talk this time? Do you want to tell me why you killed all those women?"

Albel tilted his head to one side and there was an audible crack from his neck. Albel then proceeded to crack his knuckles with a sigh of satisfaction. "For this very reason," he drawled. "It takes the tension out of me."

"Okay," Fayt said slowly, scribbling again in his tiny notebook. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Don't disappoint me, fool. I thought you of all people would understand. Women are annoying. So full of petty complaints and incessant babbling. Just being around them gives me a headache. So…I set out to kill all those pretty little bimbos to ease my torment."

"I don't see what this has to do with me," Fayt said softly.

Albel grinned lecherously. "You have a girlfriend, don't you? I bet she's a pain in the ass, always talking about shopping and make-up." He shook his head. "Typical annoying girl talk."

Fayt swallowed hard. "H-how did you know? That's not on my name tag."

Albel began to laugh. "It's so obvious, fool." He wiped tears from his eyes with the back of one hand. "Oh how I wish I had killed her before I was caught. You would have fallen on your knees in gratitude to me."

"Don't talk about Sophia like that," Fayt hissed. "I would never forgive anyone for killing her."

Albel lifted an eyebrow. "Sophia, is it? Well, I would be doing her a favor by killing her as well since you don't love her. Maybe when I get out of here I can remedy that."

Fayt barked out a laugh. "Are you crazy? They're never going to let you out of here."

Albel smirked. "Yes, some people call me crazy. But I think I'm the sanest one in the whole place. You're the one who is crazy to think that you won't succumb to me. I may not be much to look at, but believe me, I can charm the pants off any girl I want. They go straight to their deaths believing that I couldn't possibly kill them." He shook his head and an arrogant smiled stretched across his face. "Even a stuffy little shrink like you can't possibly be immune. I'm only here in jail because I let them convict me. If I wanted to, I could have talked my way out. But jail is relaxing. No women to bother me with their endless bitching."

"Alright, I've heard enough," Fayt grumbled. "Our session is over."

Albel looked amused. "So, doctor, what's wrong with me then?"

"Narcissism," Fayt said simply.

After Fayt had slipped out the door, Cliff returned to take Albel back to his cell. "Narcissism, he says," Albel scoffed. "Well, I'll show him." The red eyes shone with evil intent.