Kiss Me, I'm Deadly - Editing

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The thump being produced by her heart started to slow. His grip around her didn't loosen. He was in the state of mind he often dread to be in. The state where he had no control. No control over his thirst, his anger, his mind, his emotions, his body. The other side had taken over and he wanted nothing but blood.

Her gasps for breath soon faded and her skin paled. He had done it. The worst part was done.

This wasn't his first time taking a life nor was it going to be his last. He was a man with a deadly curse. A curse that could never be reversed. No matter how many times he pleaded up to the skies hoping that there was some kind of higher being out there that would remove the hell from within him, he was still chained to it.

Kazimir, or as he referred to himself, Kaz, was originally from Russia; although he had not been there for the past ten years since he was the age of fifteen. Kaz now resided in the heart of Chicago and was almost positive that he would never leave, unless need be. The change in languages proved to be difficult for him and he still held on to a bit of his Russian accent. 

Kaz had quickly cleaned up the lifeless body, making sure he was fully nourished by it before taking care of the remains. He wasn't ever worried about getting caught and arrested for murder. The man always had his secret weapon tucked into his black trench coat pocket. The weapon was none other than the substance that was contained in his deep purple vial. A bit of the liquid was quickly flicked across the corpse making it slowly melt into a tiny red puddle, before vanishing in a bat of an eye.

He felt good, no, amazing as he walked out from behind the rusted blue dumpster. He could never deny the blissful feeling he gained from making a kill. It rejuvenated him made him less weak, less tired. 

Kaz slowly wandered down the street, making his way back over to the bar, where he had found the girl in. Any human, who had just murdered someone, would know not to go back to the place that the missing person was last seen, especially when the person was last seen with you. But Kaz needed a drink and that was the only bar within blocks of his home.

The bar reeked of alcohol and body odor. People could be found dancing drunkenly on the scratched up floor, to the same song that had played just merely ten minutes ago. This happened a lot at the bar due to the jukebox only having three different records. Kaz quickly noticed the woman that was previously with the female he had taken. She was loosely wrapped up in some guys arms, slurring drunk nonsense to him. She wouldn't realize for another day or two where her friend was. This made the evil inside Kaz grin.

"A vodka tonic." Kaz told the bartender as he sat down on the warn out bar stool. The bartender was quick to mix up the drink, making sure to pour mostly vodka in the glass and little to no tonic water, producing the drink just like Kaz had always liked them, extra strong.

"That was a quick one." The bartender chuckled, passing the drink to Kaz. A grunt was his response.

It was well known around the bar that Kaz was a player, well, a player in the eyes of the humans. They would constantly see him walk out of the bar with a girl wrapped around his waist, every night that he was there. It was a good assumption for the humans to make.

Kaz had quickly spaced out from all the things that were going on in bar area. Lost in his thoughts, he quickly lost track of time and how many drinks he had consumed.

Last-call was yelled out into the air of the room and Kaz awoke out of his mind-locked haze and gazed around the room. No one was there except for a woman at the other end of the bar receiving one last beer. Kaz eyes then met the glasses that sat in front of him. One, two, five, ten glasses were before him. Each one had been filled with a strong vodka-tonic. Any other person would have alcohol poisoning or be passed out by a toilet. Not Kaz though.

"Hey, do you want one last one or not?" The bartender barked at him. Kaz shook his head no and slammed a fifty dollar bill onto the bar before he headed out of the building.

The three a.m. wind bit at Kaz's pale skin, trying to fight him back into a warm room. But no matter how much it fought, Kaz could stay outside for hours even when the temperature hit the negatives. Kaz's skin was cold as stone but it kept him warm or cool from any type of weather.

Upon arrival at his apartment building, a sharp pain shot through his head, a pain which he hadn't felt for years, not since he was last visited by the person he hated the most. The person who cursed him many years ago.

"Long time no see Kazimir."