~Dan's POV
I looked into his eyes as the life begins to fade away, his body going slack. I close the man's eyelids immediately, never wanting to see the dead stare as I eat. I roll up his sleeve, exposing his still warm and smooth skin. I bite into the man's forearm deeply, tearing it apart slowly. I like to do it all softly to minimize the mess of the blood afterwards. It was always a pain to clean up. I might be sick, but at least I'm tidy about it.
I can feel the deep seeded hunger start to feel replenished as I continue, taking off thin layers of his skin from other parts of his body and chewing. Blood was beginning to drip in my eyes, I had to stop to wipe it away, just smearing it more across my face.
As I finished my last chunk of meat, I stood up, feeling a morbid sense of satisfaction. I had learned to suppress the guilt that comes along with my habit, but it always resurfaced every now and then. I turn my head back around, looking at the aftermath of my meal. I wanted to feel nothing for the man, but I couldn't help it. He didn't seem as bad as the others.
I started to clean up the red liquid, still oozing from the victim's large gash. I would have to bandage that up, letting his body retain it so I could save it for later. I hated wasting a good kill.
I could feel that some of his blood had gotten in my hair, causing it to crust. Even I knew that was gross. But in a way, I liked it. Because that was all I had ever known.
Wake up
Kill
Feed
Sleep
Repeat.
It was just the way it was. I couldn't help it. Because I am Dan Howell, and my life is walls of white covered in one brilliant shade...
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~It's weird, I know :/ Should I continue it, or... ??? Let me know plz
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FanfictionCannibal: A person who feeds off the flesh of other humans... Can Phil truly love the monster that Dan has become? Or will they be torn apart by the horror of Dan's dark and gruesome secret? -Warning: Murder, blood and gore are included as well as a...
