Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart

Chapter

His blood was spreading on the cement as wine spilled on the tablecloth. I lowered his lifeless body to the ground, the dead skin paler than snow. It was virtually drained of blood—yet I was not satisfied. Only one taste in the world could satisfy me, and I was eager to have it again tonight.

But first...

I told the corpse. He was vibrantly handsome and alive a few minutes ago. His hair was dark, almost black, and he had huge eyes that cried so many tears when I grabbed his neck, and he realized he was going to die.

"Please don't hurt me..." he pleaded.

The building was almost the same—this human boy. His body was nearly the same frame. But he was only a substitute for what I wanted. And his face was pathetic. Crying and whining and pleading... I preferred the ones who fought first.

Tony would've fought me; he still would if I hadn't bitten him.

"What's your name?" I asked softly. Stretch out the moment—toy with him.

His sobs quieted a little—enough for him to be able to answer. "Anton."

"What are you doing out this late?" I mused. No one in this city should've been out at this ho—unfortunate boy.

"I-I was waiting for my girlfriend from her shift..." he said, his voice shaking again.

"I see." My eyes traveled to his neck. I loosened the scarf he wore—he trembled more at this point. But I was not going to bite him... yet. I saw something interesting.

He was wearing a chain... three exquisite ruby stones set on a platinum chain. It didn't suit him, but I know someone who deserved this more than him.

That is more reason not to let him live.

"You have a beautiful chain," I murmured. "But I think it'll look better on another man I know."

His eyes became wild. "You can have it! Please take it... just don't hurt me, please—"

I slid my palm to his jaw and bent my mouth near his ear. "Oh, I would take it. But I have to take something else for myself too."

"Then please... anything, just don't—"

I jerked his neck sideward and sank my fangs into the pulsing artery. His arms flailed out; he tried to scream for help... loud, gurgling screams. But a few minutes later, he was silent and limp. And now, dead.

I snapped the chain from him now, my eyes studying the stones. He must have been rich. Although I had unlimited access to jewels and money because of my allegiance to Markus, I wanted the best for Tony. Then no doubt, the treasures I gift him would soften him bit by bit. Tony may be a superhero, but he is a billionaire who wants the best of everything. 

I pocketed the chain as I sensed Lucian arriving from the opposite side of the alley. His gaze went from me down to the boy sprawled on the ground.

Lucian smirked. "Never saw you for a sadist, Potter."

I walked past him and could smell human scent all over him—more than one. We were all sadists and murderers. But no one gives a damn. I don't.

"Dispose of the body immediately," I said, turning away, not wanting small talk.

His eyes flashed. "I'm not here to clean up after you—"

I looked at him again. I saw him recoil slightly.

"Do you have intentions of joining that man, Lucian? I have no problem helping you with that."

His face twitched, and he mumbled a string of Russian profanities. But he turned to the alley to collect the corpse.