Night of Blood Thirst
It was a night like any other, except for the strange smell of blood in the air, it was tantalizingly refreshing, as a sense of blood lust rushed over oneself with its calm voice, welcoming one to its dark embrace.
As one went prowling in the low moon glow kissing the night in search of silencing the screaming of hunger for taking of another's life, the brisk cold air ignited only for oneself giving the illusion of destined murder and if that wasn't enough the world itself opened up and delivered ones first victim, like a lamb being lead the slaughter. It happened almost instantly as one plunged the siberian blade into the torso of the angelic beauty, ones sense of time slowed almost to a halt to savour the fleeting seconds before her life had completely vacated her marionetting body.
The way the blood that came trickling out of the wound gave a crimson twinkle enhanced by the decumbent resplendentness from the midnight moon, the look of shocking horror on her face brought a flood of ecstasy to ones soul and left a craving of euforia,as her face mangled with disbelief and bewilderment as to the sudden removal of the cutlass brought forth a spray of her vital fluids fulling the atmosphere with an iron perfume she fell encumbered by the lack of circulation to her body, she tried crawling for sanctuary when one placed the now blood stained blade to her throat and snuffed out what was left of her evanescent existence with a single flick of ones wrist.
It was an amazingly terrific abomination as one saw the beauty in the destruction one had created with the blazingly red stain of the blood formed a crimson flower on the floor and the body of the bloom lay in the centre almost as if peacefully safe, one could not help but feel proud at ones artistic masterpiece as one soaked up the view to savour later. One then went on to carve and sculpture any who was lucky enough to bring his art to light and help his heart satisfy its thirst of blood on this night, with a sense of purposeful hunger and artist pride one went on threw the nights embrace to continue ones work for all to gaze upon and realize ones genius and in hopes of one being known as the greatest killer the has ever known