Richard S. Sexton Jr.
I love to kill, I love to bleed. It is all part of who I am.
My wings are spread out, longer span then an eagle, farther then a hawk. I glide through the air tonight, looking for my first victim in ages. The fangs in my mouth are slowly growing back, bringing in the hunger with them. The need for flesh, the need for blood to run down my face and cover my body is an unearthly desire.
Each time I sink into another virgin's body, I feel more invigorated then the last. Treating her like a queen, it is all I live to see. This hidden agenda of mine, to take her back to my cove and lay her on a table, ready for the carving. No! I shall not take her purity, though she will think I have come to. Instead, I will bite along her hand at first, then arm and slowly my way up to her neck where I will sink my fangs in and suck the life right out of her.
She'll fall limp on the table as I back away and laugh silently in contentment. Do I barbecue or do I just consume her flesh raw? All depends on my day, just seems so natural to take her life away. There is no reason, it does not feed me nor does it compensate this insatiable hunger. I simply must take her life away from her. She walked the streets at night, falling prey to me with out a thought.
Every word that parted my lips, meant to tame her in my secretive passions of murder and desire. My reputation as a Raven of the night was on the line until I found her all alone out here. She called to me, not knowing I was in the skies above her. Now, she lays on this table as a platter to be consumed. . .
