Bloodlust

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"You're a monster," Are the only words I can choke out.

Jamie Smith.

The paranoid, socially inept boy turned psychopath.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Jamie gestures towards the sunset, which is bathing in scarlets and golds, tinged with red and a sheet of purple just peeking from the heavens. He seems oddly mature, in stark contrast from the last time we saw him. When the silence blankets the air, he adds, "The horizon, I mean," Then he swivels on his heel and for the first time in weeks, we see him for what he is.

Narrow eyes eerily tranquil, irises swimming with a dark crimson, messy ginger hair and a tall, slim silhouette, Jamie looks devilishly handsome. But it's only when I notice the red that I become light-headed. Blood- human blood stains both his hands, and when he runs one through his hair so nonchalantly, it throws me off.

"Are we staring now?" Jamie smirks, mocking my disbelief.

He holds up his hands, allowing a full view of the now-dry substance, "Irene Derricks. 22. Female. Quite weak, easy to kill. She was also anaemic, so her blood wasn't too... Fruitful."

Jamie pauses, and for good reason.

"I just hope that... Your blood will be better."