Bloody Magic Bxb

Death 3

Donavan P.O.V.

Washing blood off my hands in a shady hotel was not how I wanted to spend yet another Saturday but here I am.

Grunting I turn the water off and make my way back into the living room scratching over the tatoo on my bare chest.

"On today's story there has been another murder with the victim horrible disfigured beyond recognition. The police have yet to catch the culprit they are calling Diablo. We have be-"

I turn off the tv with a chuckle well there mostly right about the nickname. Yawning " I guess its time to move again."

Taking out a map I look for my next destination a few states over which I randomly pick by rolling one of my lucky dice.

Hmmm a little town called Greenlen Valley. Well looks like that's it then.
At least packing won't be a bitch since I only have the necessities.

'Knock, knock'

"Room service!" A females voice calls through the closed door.

Walking over in my boxer briefs I swing open the door hearing a slight choking sound I look down at the young women.
Her eyes are bugging as she appears startled.

Well I can't blame her.

Clearing her throat she glances up at me flustered. "Um sir d-do you need a-anything?"

Now a normal man would take one look at the young busty lady and try to get in her pants but all I feel for this human is a deep hunger.

Smiling charmingly with slightly narrow eyes cast down I begin this cat and mouse game once again.

"Yes actually would you mind coming in?"

The blush that stained her cheeks darkens as she timidly nods. I smirk and move aside to let her pass.
She 'accidentally' brushes up against my chest and I have to grit my teeth from snapping at her. Literally.

"What do you need help with sir" she says seductively biting her ruby stained lips.

My pants tighten but the throbbing in my gums always wins over any of my needs.
I closed the space between us confidently bring my hand up to grip the side of her neck.

Moaning out she tilts her head back giving me a better veiw of her slender neck.
I couldn't hold back any more, my canines extended as I lunged taking a chunck of her flesh between my jaws. Moving my other hand up to clamp over her mouth.

The sounds of my feasting drowns out any of her whimpers or cries she might have shed.

After I was satisfied I let her body drop -or what was left of her body- to the floor.
A blissful sigh passed my lips before I striped out of my blood stained underwear and made my way into the bathroom.

Turning on the hot water I step in letting it poor down my scarred skin cleaning me of blood and the bits of flesh that suck to my arms.

How much longer can I endure a life like this. Always running, never staying in one place very long or not having any social contact with anyone without wanting to eat them?...

Unconsciously I start washing myself while my mind was in a numbed state of acceptance.

Sighing I turned off the water and got out. Wrapping a towel around my waste, not giving a single fuck about the trail of water I make on my way to my duffle bag.

Patting myself dry I put on some cloths and throw my leather ankle length coat on before leaving the shady hotel, that just so happens to be covered in blood.

Chuckling I walk to my baby that's sitting across the parking lot.

Smooth black metal runs under my finger tips as I slide them along the hood and with enough ammo in the trunk to at least take out a small city, she's a beauty. not that I need any equipment, but it's always nice to be prepared.

I should know.

Getting in I spin tires out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

Smirking at the cloud of dust in the rear view mirror like I was some seventeen year old adolescent and not an ancient demon, I pop in a cassette tape and roll the Windows down. Enjoying one of the only pleasures I have left.

Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know

"Greenlen Valley here I come"

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