Chapter Three
Lance's P.O.V
I climbed over the prostitute that lie on the dusty bed sheets. Doing so she instinctively slid her cold hands up my shirt. I took it off, exposing a hard chest. My secret was revealed. The handle of a large knife stuck out from my waist band. Instantly I covered her mouth, my thighs tightened to imobilize her, and my right hand gripped the weapon.
I worked slowly and mercilessly. Carving up her cheekbones, I felt her sharp teeth pierce my wrist. Then I traced around the blades of her shoulders. Between her muffled screams, her constant squirming, and her tears. It was horrifying, yet satisfying. Biting off her finger was easy enough, but the screaming. God DAMMIT! But before I could finish my master piece, I felt a breeze, followed by a crash and a chilling laugh. Being distracted by my work of art, I didn't hear a key being jammed into the slot, and the door bursting open.
I froze . . The hair on the back of my neck stood on end . My head turned in question to the intruder. Quickly I tightened my grip on the girl, holding her steady despite how slippery her blood drenched body was. Twisting around I looked, only to see it was one of the preps from school. Zaylee. I could easily over power her. Zaylee crept forward slowly. Pulling the bloody mess up I stabbed my knife into my victim's skin pinning her to the headboard. Then stood to face the second. To my absolute bewilderment, a huge smirk was clearly painted on her plush pink lips. My mouth dropped, and the mangled finger from it.
Zaylee's P.O.V
You could smell the mass amount of blood on the bed, seeping into the mattress. You could feel the blood. In this amount, it made the room humid because of the heat it gave off. All this time, just searching for someone like me. Someone that could understand this part of me. The part I'm forced to hide from everyone else. And it's Lance. Lance, a nobody, was a cannibal. My pulse rose . I could feel it in my head, pounding. I didn't know what this meant. I didn't know how I could be so wrong, or even how I felt about this whole situation. It was all so confusing. But . . . in this moment the only thing I want to do, is kill with Lance. I wanted to be by him, and feast.
He gave me quite a skeptical, but inquiring look before responding. "Shut. The door." A good idea incase anyone where to walk by. I spun around quickly, seeing him get closer. He looked at me with raging eyes. Eyes ready to kill.
Because the knife was occupied, Lance stretched his arms forward. To strangle the life out of me.Grabbing hold of his upper arm I flipped him over my shoulder and hurled my own knife to the side of his shocked face, just nicking his ear.
His only response was a radiant smile. The first from him I'd ever seen. He jumped off the ground and headed back to the harlot.
Lance's P.O.V
The women beneath me still squirmed but her energy was fading with every struggle she made. "Everything will be over soon" I soothed. The smile I had given to Zaylee still prominent, now was a little more sinister. Heavy tears fell from the eyes of my prey, finally realizing that this was the end of her. Kissing her left cheek where I had sliced, sweet metallic blood covered my lips. This was the taste I craved and would kill for. She slowly fell in and out of conciseness until I finished her with a final blow to the head. Slitting her neck I smiled as the rest of her blood pooled out of her now lifeless corpse. That's when I noticed Zaylee was still there . . . watching me.
She made no comment, but nodded in approval.
" You just gunna stare, or enjoy yourself sweet cheeks?" I asked with a smirk.
Zaylee's P.O.V
I was seeing a new side of Lance and I have to admit I quite like it. From his toned torso and his broad shoulders all the way down to this cocky egotistic personality I was getting a glimpse of. I'm definitely keeping him. I walked over to our "fresh" meal and leaned over to take hold of my knife, releasing it from the ground. I was about to show him he wasn't the only one that knew what he was doing.
