I saw my victim in the distance. He was wandering around looking lost. I sent him a letter telling him to meet me here. A place where I knew no one would look. I made sure no one knew who I was or what I was. I was off the grid, no one knew who I was or that I I existed. I started stalking towards my victim. He spotted me, he started walking towards me with a curious look on his face. I stopped walking towards the victim, and we just stared at each other for awhile. He started walking again towards me again.
"Who are you," he asked.
"Your worst enemy," I said in a raspy voice. I bolted towards him with, knife in hand. He quickly turned around and started running away.
"I'll catch up to you no matter where you go," I said.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" he screamed over his shoulder.
"NOBODY," I said back. Soon I caught up to him. I gripped the knife tightly. I lunged towards him and landed on top of him. I flipped him over and cut deep into his skin, but not to the point where he is dead. He screamed; Screamed in agony. I laughed at the pain that I was causing. I dug the knife deeper into his chest. His face turned paler by the second. I removed the knife and dug it into his leg. He screamed. I took off my socks and shoved them in his mouth. His screams were quieter. Soon he stopped trying to scream altogether. I moved the knife to his stomach. He looked really pale and looked at me. I took the knife out of his stomach and shoved it in his heart. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. I saw the life leave his body. I knew I had to dispose of the body. I picked up the body not minding the blood. His blood smelt so good, though. I licked some of his blood and instantly felt satisfied. It was delicious, the oozy red liquid felt really good going down my throat. I was thirsty from thrusting my knife into my victim; Heath Clarkson. I choose Heath Clarkson because I knew he was a John Doe. No one knew him and no one would miss him. I need the blood to survive; I mean I was only thirteen, but I need blood. I took Heath to my lair deep, deep into the woods. I brought him into my shed and placed him on my operating table or should I say blood extracting table. I ripped his shirt open and placed pipes in the cuts. I turned on the machine, it started to whir. The tubes filled with blood extracted from Heath's body. My eyes followed the pipes and saw the liquid go into multiple vials. They vials filled up quickly. As they filled to the brim I switched out the vials and moving the pipes at lighting speed. I looked at the pipes and the blood flow was slowing down. I looked at the body it was as white as fresh snow. Soon the last drop of his blood was drained from his cold, cold body. I capped the last bottle and brought them to my storage container except for one. I opened the door and felt a surge of happiness when I saw all of the vials. There were multiple vials of blood from past victims. In the previous years, I figured out every person's blood tastes different. I needed different tastes, but sometimes I needed the thrill of the kill. I carefully placed the vials on a shelf. I went back and celebrated my latest kill with the victim's blood. Once I finished the vial I realized I need to dispose of the body. I dragged the body outside where I stored my wood clipper. I shoved the body in the wood chipper and turned it on. I saw the chunks of flesh bones and organs fly out. I turned off the machine and whistled. Soon Bruno ran into the clearing.
"Hey Bruno, you need to eat these human remains," I said. He growled in reply he walked over to the remains and started eating them. This is why bears are fabulous. Soon Bruno finished eating leaving no remaining evidence. He walked away growling a goodbye. I walked into my shed and drank another vial of blood and went to bed, satisfied.
-❤️KittyKatty300
