It all went black and once I finally opened my eyes again she was limp. Much paler as well. Her ripped throat bleeding and her head barely attached by her spinal cord. I was far too used to getting rid of the body's of my victims. At first…. It was hard. Seeing all of these poor women dying just to satisfy me. Just to remove the pain and cravings I had for them. Over time it got harder to even kill them.security cameras are a thing now but lucky for me a naive 20 year old doesn't care about going to the park when no one is there for lunch.

I wasn't like the rare others of my kind. I liked to know them before I killed them. Talk to them. Sit them down. You tend to see how to do it. Some are all talk and no bite and some are just shy little girls not even able to get one hit on me before I drain the light from their eyes. I stopped feeling bad. Humans aren't good anymore. Just sick demented fuckers who breed. Don't get me wrong. I've dated humans, even married one. That was my first mistake.

It was the 60s, on my way to my part time job at a random cd shop. I didn’t feel anything, no pain, pleasure, at the time I couldn't even get sad. I was drained from all those years of having to kill and live on with no one. And that's when she walked in. her hair was long brown, these big green eyes that stared at me with such affection. I tried to tell her to run. Showed her the monster. She stayed, she saw me as a poor man who was broken and needed love/ She's gone now after…. What i did..

I shake my head out of my thoughts as I dump the bags into the river. They go down to the stream from here to the close ocean. Probably never to be seen again. I inhale and look up at the night sky for a moment before getting back into my car. I didn’t know how to drive that well. I was worse before she taught me. I sigh, everything reminded me of her. Cheap perfume, just the scent of candles,hearing the bath fill and remembering when she would be there with me in the water.

I knew she would be gone one day, but I assumed old age. That would be the hard part. Watching her grow old as frail. Knowing in a short bit of time i would watch her slowly pass on and leave me. Leave just like the others.

I snap back and focus on the road and the drive ahead. I was so tired from this girl,she was a rare fighter. I smirk, she tried so hard to attack me. It was hilarious when those tiny hands tried to choke me and I could snap them in just like brittle twigs. I twisted them and pushed as the bones popped right out and her arms went limp. It was always fun seeing the fight wear out and their bodies go limp as the fight stops.

I slam the door to my car and go to open the metal gate to my house before driving inside. The house was decently sized and a couple miles from town, no neighbors. It was a log cabin big, two floors and a basement. Oh how I loved the basement. That's where I took them. Sound proof no neighbors. I wasn't too cruel, yes i would kill them but quick, within a minute, the blood spray was the issue but the stone floor and walls helped make clean up easier. 

I lay down curling up on the couch in my blanket. I was so drained yet so alive from the blood I had practically stolen from that girl. I lay my head on the soft pillow and turn sideways as I start to swipe through Tinder and other dating apps. It was funny the girls that would swipe me, usually some skinny bitch with no heart, just looking to use a young attractive guy for sex. That’s why I killed them. For being whores. It might seem dumb but killing a sick woman like the one that did this to me is a kind of revenge in my eyes.

She was tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. She was the definition of perfect in a man's eyes. Though the look of perfection came with a price. That was at least when she bit me.

I roll over and look up at the blank wood of the next floor above me. Why wasn’t I over it? The pain… it had been years since what happened. Since I made sure she wouldn’t hurt me anymore. Yet the fear of her showing up and me being lured in by her looks and her sweet words that never did seem to mean anything.

I look through my phone as i begin to text a young woman, her name was Amber. I smirked as I began to pull the usual. Be flirty and start with some charm. Never forget to bring up your big high class online logo designer job. They loved money and looks and when you have both it was easy. 

She was interesting.. Not enough for me to care. I lost my love. I have my hands and that's about the closest to sex ill need. I didn't even like to do it. I couldn’t without her. It made me sick. I mean I was sick. But in other ways. I needed to eat once a week. I was a mass serial killer and no one even knew. I keep an extra bag of blood before I dump the bodies to drink incase of an emergency if I can't get the blood.

 I would meet this new girl tomorrow so i could supply my stock before going on my two week killing break. I would do this a lot. Go milk a girl for blood then go for 2 weeks just enjoying the luxuries I have in this odd life. I plan to go on a real date with a girl from work. Though if this girl tomorrow doesn't go as planned i'll just end up killing the other. I have no feelings for her, to me it's more a game.

 That's what i said when i went on my first date with her though.. That it was all a game for me. That was until I knew she loved me. Date after date I went to kill her. I tried to hurt her. She always knew how to calm me down. It was as if I had someone to make me whole again. Not a cruel murderous monster. She always saw me as hers and never treated me like what deep down I thought I was. She really made me.. Human.

I toss my phone to the carpet next to me and turn to curl up on the couch and close my eyes. My names David Blaylock and I might not seem like a monster but you are truly wrong.

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I back away from the mirror looking at myself in the mirror in my navy suit with a thick black tie. I had to go to work and then after i would take out Amber for dinner and get her to come home with me. Though I don't think it will be hard. Small girl also just went through a breakup. Should be simple.

I grab my bag and go to my car as I start the drive down town. I lived around half an hour away from the office I worked at. It was pleasant to sit driving my cds. I had a giant room in my house filled with everything I love. Books and music. 

I had to collect something in my spare time. My old records didn't come in handy anymore since everything is cds now. It used to be you had a record machine in your car. Flipping the record was annoying though.

I start to think about the girl I would be later seeing. She was gorgeous. I mean really. I obviously would still kill her but if i like her enough ill at least knock her out. We haven't talked much so she might just be a bitch. We're meeting for a late dinner tonight after I get back from work.

The tempting idea of grinding my teeth into that pretty vein and satisfying my needs are so strong. But yet i still worry. That i wont do it. She reminds me of her. Her blue eyes and that pretty blonde hair. Maybe if i just slit her throat it will be out of my mind but if can't. If her voice is like hers. And those eyes that always forgave me. I don't think i can.

I have to.

I just hope everything goes as planned.