Enmu X Muzan

Blood

TW: violence

I keep walking in the directions the man gave me. As I take the right turn, I can feel my blood flowing faster, the excitement of getting closer and closer to my prey forcing an evil smile on my face. I trace at the mailboxes hoping the sleeping little things in the houses won't wake up to the noises we'll be making~

I get a little impatient as I left what seemed like thirty blocks and still can't see my last name. It slowly wipes off my smile. I want to see their intestines laying out on the floor already. Hearing their last screams... I can't wait~ I haven't enjoyed murdering so much in years~! I don't think I've enjoyed it so much before at all~ So where is that goddamn house?! If I don't find it in minutes I might end up killing a random family instead of mine... Family? That was never a family.
I want to feel their fear. I want to hear their cries for help that they'll never get. Imagining two old people on their knees crying and begging for mercy from their own son~ the thought brings back my smile. And after all my efforts of holding back my thirst for blood...

Tamio

Finally. My heart rate grows from excitement. I step up the porch, my infinite hunger for their death growing even bigger. I turn the door handle. It's not opening. I kick the door, strong enough to open, but gently enough to keep it on. As I close it behind me, I see two pairs of shoes right next to my feet. Good, they're home.

Suddenly, I hear a quiet meowing from under me, seeing a smaller calico cat next to my legs as I look down, approaching me curiously. Doesn't seem like it has a happy life here. These people probably can't even treat a cat right. I've always loved animals. They're much friendlier than humans. They don't care how you look, where you come from, or what's your sexuality.

I squat down to pet the cat's head, then pick it up gently. I turn around and take it outside. It runs away as soon as i put it on the ground. Well, I guess I was right.

I watch the ginger tail disappearing between two house blocks, then get back to my work. I close the door behind me again, then slide out of my shoes and hang my coat on the hanger in the corner. Like a good boy.

I stick my nails in the wall as I start exploring the house, scratching it as I'm walking around. It's not bigger than the house I used to live in with them.
I peek inside every room with opened doors I walk past, scratching the walls wherever I can to make some noise. I pull them over a closed door, they're probably sleeping inside there, unaware that these are the last dreams they'll ever see.
I get to the kitchen. It has big doors, opening in the living room, perfectly visible from their room. As I look through every cupboard, I just happen to find a knife next to some dishes that needs to be washed. I pick it up, and hide it in my suite. Guess I'll need that later.

Right then, I hear some mumbling from their room. Finally~
I hear both of them talking, then slowly approach the door, the cursing of a male voice along with their footsteps.

The male opens the door, his wife a few steps behind him. He looks around confused and tired, but it doesn't take his eyes long to discover my silhouette in the darkness of the kitchen. I don't turn around. I can't help but just enjoy the last moments of the excitement of planning how to kill them~
I also keep my human form to confuse them more.

"Huh? Honey, come here" the man calls, his wife closing up to his back, then pushing him away from her path. "You can't even handle a burgler? Can't you be a man for once?!" she curses.

I turn around. She immediately stops as she sees my face. They got very old. The smell of their blood is gross. Almost like it was expired. I hate the fact that this blood used to flow in my veins too.