(TAYLORS POV) I slowly got up wiping the blood from my hands. I looked at the limp body on the ground. I sighed intertwining my fingers together so it looked like I was holding hands with someone. I dropped my hands by my side. Why did I have to be born like this, I love to see people beg, to watch the life leave their eyes, to hear their painful screams begging me to spare them. I laughed lightly licking the blood away from my lips. The darkest hearts and souls are always the best I walked toward the dead body smiling to myself. "I'm sorry mate its just pedofiles have the darkest hearts and I couldn't pass up that opportunity." I said smiling. My English accent making my words slur. I got up taking a metal can pooring out the liquid that was inside of it on the dead body. I struck a match throwing it down on the body. I stuffed my hands in my pockets walking away...........
(AURHORS NOTE: THE PICTURE WHEN YOU START TO READ THIS CHAPTER IS TAYLOR. HAVE FUN ;) BYE)
