Silent Communication

Chapter 1

Castiel POV

The feeling of a knife entering skin was a feeling that Cass himself felt turned on by. The way the knife sliced through the skin, the way it felt, how it sounded: like a knife going through a dummy. All of it made him feel alive. It was his favorite and his signature move.

The dark haired man raised the bloodied knife to his lips as he gazed into the camera he had placed on the dresser in his current victims' room. The height of the wooden object was just tall enough to show everything the killer was doing. He seductively licked the blood off of the blade, from the bottom to the top. He moaned as his tongue reached the tip of the knife. His eyes were slightly parted as he lowered the blade and licked his lips to clean off the coppery substance covering them.

He stood there for a moment, letting the ecstasy run its course in the form of shivers up and down his body. Though this was a great part of his unruly job, it wasn't his actual favorite part of the kill.

No, he thought as he lay the saliva and blood covered knife on to the dresser next to the camera. His favorite part was showing people what he was capable of. He loved the thrill of people knowing who he was. It gave him the best kind of shivers.

Yes, Castiel Novak smiled viciously as he turned around to face his victim, everyone knew who he was and what he looked like. He made sure of that. That's how he communicated to everyone. It was what he did. It fueled his desire to murder more people. It gave him the juice.

He let out a giggle as he grew closer to his victim, a well-built man around 35 years of age. Cass ran his fingers lightly over the mans scruff, lowering his head until it was leveled with the lifeless face of the sandy-blonde man he had brutally murdered two hours before.

He loved his victims to be well-built... The thrill of taking them down gave him a sense of accomplishment. Just knowing that they had a fighting chance gave him delightful shiver up and down his spine. They never were able to overpower him though.

No, they never saw him coming until he was right behind them, already looping his own belt around their necks. The feeling of their hands tightened around Cass' arms, the way their bodies struggled against his own, slightly smaller frame until they got weaker, their holds loosening until their almost lifeless bodies caved against his own and their arms flopped down to the ground.

Then he would lay them in bed, have his way with them until he was fully satisfied. Just knowing that the police were going to see all of this in actions made him do unimaginable things to them. Delightful things to them that would horrify every pair of eyes that happened to  lay upon the video that he usually made a copy of. He always sent one to his victims' house.

He was always carful about that part. He always slipped it into the mailman's bag himself and left no return address. Just the name of his victim on the front, always in his scrawl. Then he would put lipstick on and would give the envelope a big smooch. There was no need to hide, being that he was never one for hiding his identity a secret. He got his kicks in by always slipping away from the people out to get him.

After laying the body onto the bed and having his way with them, he would off them with a knife to the stomach, one to right below the heart. He would then slowly slide the knife across their neck, taking delight in the scarlet color that followed the path that the knife had. He would lower his head, lick the blood and then would promptly shove the knife into their hearts', twisting it sharply in a full circle.

Cass gave the lifeless corpse one more kiss before whirling around to face the camera. He gave it a shit-eating grin before striding over to in one fluid motion.

"Stay tuned for the next episode in the series, "Friendly Neighborhood Rapist!" he purred, proceeding to shut the camera off. Now that he was done, he had no reason to stay. Unlike many other serial killers, Castiel never took knickknacks. He had the videos for that.

He gathered up his things and headed towards the front door, making sure to slide his hand across everything he passed. He chuckled as his reached the door. Taking one more look back, he left silently, leaving the door slightly open.

It was to indicate to others in the neighborhood that something was amiss. It always worked.

It was time to find another man to kill. That was his top priority at the moment. He laughed again as he became one with the shadows.