INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE]

[🔪🍑]Blood/Lust-[TW🍇]

Chapter Twenty Nine

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The alarm clock on the bedside table was quietly flashing 12:59 before it finally changed to 1:00.

1 a.m.

It was 1 a.m before I realised she wasn't going to be coming back to her bedroom tonight.

The house was quiet and I was fighting the urge to go drag her out from wherever the fuck she'd decided to sleep instead but something told me that was a wrong move.

Fine.

Since she wanted to piss me off so badly.

I was pacing back and forth, crowbar tight in my grasp as I tried to decide what the best course of action would be.

Wait on her like a fucking idiot or end the lives of everyone she's ever cared about so the only person she had left to console her was me? Too cliche?

A chuckle escaped my lips as I grabbed my mask off the bed and slipped it over my face.

I was hoping to quench my lust with her tonight but I guess another form of lust for me could use some serious quenching as well.

When did I go soft?

How long has it been since I'd felt warm blood under my fingers and listened to the screams of a desperate victim as they begged for their pathetic life?

Too long.

That third option was always readily available but I was so caught up in that curly-haired bitch I lost track of what really made my life fun.

Not that the last few days haven't been fun. In fact, it was probably the most fun I'd had in a while.

My pants were suddenly unbearably tight when I remembered the way she'd looked earlier today, covered in blood and shaking like a leaf with her big brown eyes gazing up at mine like I was some kind of savior.

Fuck, why didn't she come back? Did I go too far by choking her out again? I didn't mean to but she just brought out the worst in me sometimes by being so damn stubborn.

I finally made up my mind and I cast a last glance around the dark room before I slipped out the window, dropping down to the ground effortlessly and stealing across the street. Heading down the road through the back bushes of quiet suburban homes I eventually ended up in the part of town where there were a cluster of bars and clubs.

This place wasn't the greatest for nightlife but there were sure to be some stray sluts out for the night seeking some kind of fulfillment in their dull lives.

From where I sat perched on the rooftop of an abandoned brewery, the faint sound of music was pumping from the building across the street, neon sign flashing some kind of drunk mermaid as people queued up to enter the rancid rooms full of drugged up gyrating bodies.

Maybe if I'd never been so fucked up in the head I'd be caught up in this life too. I'd be one of those pretentious losers in the crowd trying to score one of those girls seeking validation with their silicone tits falling out of their tops.

I let out a sound of amusement.

That'd have been a pathetic existence.

I watched a group of about five or so friends giggle their way into the club ahead of the line, tripping over each other, and then another sound caught my ear. I turned my head in the direction of the sound, looking over the edge of the building into the dark alleyway to see a drunken couple pressed up against each other, hands exploring each other's bodies as they moaned in unison.