A/N: Finally, I've decided to stop torturing you all with "Why is Albel killing all of those people? What's his reason?" Well…now you will know. I tried my best to make it a rather valid excuse for mass carnage, but my best effort suck sometimes. –shrug- Ah well…Albel's a heartless killer anyway, it doesn't take too much to set him off on a bloody rampage.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, unfortunately.
Albel delicately snapped the book shut with a smile. He nudged Fayt, who was dreamily reclining in his lap. "You see now why I find myself so similar to Dexter?"
Fayt stirred sleepily. "No. He hates the sight of blood and you're fascinated with it. No resemblance at all."
Albel shrugged and his gaze turned back to the book's cover admiringly. "Yes, poor Dexter. Traumatized early on by the sight of blood. What a pity. Yet he overcame his handicap and still murders. I admire how neat and precise it is, although he doesn't torture his victims enough for my taste. But he does arrange his kills quite nicely. I respect both his methods and his motives."
"His motives?' Fayt whispered, the answer beginning to dawn on him.
Albel nodded with a smirk. 'That's right, Fayt. I'm a lot like Dexter. I make it my job to rid the world of the wretched bastards that make everything worse. If I don't kill them, they'll kill someone else."
"What did they do? If they're so terrible, why haven't the police arrested them?"
Albel smiled sadly. "You're so naïve, Fayt. The police don't catch everything. Often violent crimes go unnoticed and unpunished. Must like my own kills."
"How come you know about what they did if the police don't?'
Albel shrugged modestly. "It's not my fault I know of so many creeps. They were all my co-workers at one time or another."
"What?!" Fayt exclaimed. 'You worked for a company of killers."
"Well, the whole company wasn't bad. Just most of the people. And it wasn't just one company either. I used to do volunteer work at a hospital when I was in school. The sight of blood fascinated me and as long as I got to see blood, my killing urge was satisfied. I was even actually interested in helping the sick people get better so I could see different patients with different problems. But, I noticed that certain patients were given a certain drug and that always made their condition worse. The languished in misery for weeks on end, neither dying nor getting better until at last they died, choking on their own saliva. I mentioned it to several of the nurses, but they laughed at me and told me I was stupid and should mind my own business."
Albel's eyes flashed with rage and he tossed his head haughtily. "I knew exactly what I was doing. Those idiots had no right to dismiss me simply because I was young. I knew so much more than they did. Well, if they didn't want to help their patients, then I would. I went straight to the drug manufacturer and got a job there, working in the research department. It wasn't long before I discovered that CheMedico had serious issues. A brand new drug they had just developed had poisonous substances in it. I tried to warn them, but again, they wouldn't listen. I was just in my early twenties and they'd been working there for years and they were all at least 40."
"What happened?" Fayt asked anxiously.
"They released the drug,' Albel growled, with a shake of his head. "Fools. They killed over 3000 children. The kids were sick and just trying to get better and they have to be killed by some numbskulls who didn't believe the medicine was poisonous or just didn't care. Well, CheMedico got hit pretty hard with lawsuits once all the deaths were traced to them."
Albel gripped the couch cushions so hard they started to rip. "Bastards," he hissed. "Filthy bastards blamed me for poisoning the medicine. Never mind the fact that I tried to prevent the whole. Never mind that I was innocent." Albel shook his fist and bit down on one of Fayt's fingers to vent his wrath.
Fayt jerked his finger away with a yelp and a hurt look. Albel shrugged and looked slightly sorry for his actions. "Heh, kind of got carried away." He lapped up the blood and kissed Fayt's finger tenderly, cradling in it his hand. He then stared off into space as if nothing mattered anymore.
"What happened to you?' Fayt whispered. 'They didn't arrest you, did they?"
Albel shook his head. "They were going to take me to trial though, but they couldn't find enough evidence. But most people still figured I did it. I was known as the Canua Child Killer for a long time. I couldn't get a job anywhere and I pretty much starved. Luckily for me, this shack was abandoned, so I slept and almost wasted away until I found this trench coat, which hid who I was. I began taking revenge on my old co-workers and those filthy nurses at the hospital and while I was at it, stealing their wallets. The dead don't need to buy food."
"So that's why you don't work anymore," Fayt whispered.
"Yup. I wouldn't get hired anywhere, even if I wanted to work. But this way is so much better. So much time to spend with you and so much more time spent torturing. They'll pay for what they did to those kids, and what they did to me."
"I don't understand,' Fayt whispered. "You like to torture things, but you're furious if someone else kills someone."
"Those were kids," Albel said haughtily. "Kids don't deserve to have such bad things happen to them. Besides, it's way past cruelty to kill kids with something that's supposed to be helping them. If they die from their diseases, fine. But to have them die because their medicine is poisoned is cowardly. I hate cowardice."
"Ah," said Fayt meekly.
Albel kissed the top of Fayt's head. "Well, now you know. And so you also know, being submissive is not being cowardly. Being cowardly is stabbing someone in the back, like my fucking co-workers did. Lucky for me I hacked into the database and found out their addresses. But as for you, I adore you soft and gentle."
Fayt flushed a deep red and shut his eyes as Albel trailed a hand up Fayt's inner thigh. Fayt was now consciously aware of the fact that he was still naked.
Albel smirked. "It's nice to have control over something in life. And for you, the opposite is probably true. You've been in control of your own destiny for so long, that it's nice to have someone else telling you what to do, how to feel, how to think. It must be relaxing to simply have sex all day without worrying about school, family, and work. Just you and me."
Fayt panted softly and nodded his head in agreement. He felt Albel's eyes travel down his body, watching his chest heave with breath. Albel's gaze was calm and collected, surveying something already his. He didn't need to fight for Fayt's affection anymore. He was simply appreciating what he had.
"Relax, Fayt," Albel purred. "I'll teach you to enjoy sex. I'll teach you to feel better than you've ever thought possible."
"I already enjoy sex," Fayt murmured shyly.
Albel smirked. "But do you like pain, Fayt?"
"I don't mind it."
Albel grinned wickedly. "I'll teach you to love it." He gently bit down on Fayt's earlobe. "I'll create the perfect lover," Albel whispered in Fayt's ear. "You'll no longer fear pain. The only fear in your life will be that I'll leave you, and we all know that will never happen. So in other words, there'll be nothing for you to be afraid of."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Fayt asked worriedly, biting his lip.
Albel regarded Fayt with half-lidded eyes. "I have ways. And all of them involve sex. Sex is the answer to all your problems, Fayt. Now, surrender your body to me."
"Didn't I already tell you-" Fayt began.
Albel cut him off with a kiss. "No, I mean it this time. Let me do exactly what I want with you."
Fayt sighed unhappily. "Trust me, Albel. I meant it."
"Good." Albel raised his hand with a wickedly curved knife and brought it down against Fayt's shoulder, smiling as Fayt twisted in pain. He followed each cut own Fayt's chest with a lick that made Fayt shudder and moan.
Finally, Albel tossed the knife aside and watched the trail of blood seep across Fayt's chest. Fayt gasped for breath and coughed painfully.
"Good-night, Fayt," Albel murmured.
Fayt vision started to blur, either from pain or loss of blood. He couldn't be sure. The last thing he saw was Albel's sadistic smile as he bent over Fayt whispering, "Good-bye, love."