To be Loved

The more of them I kill, the less they think I am capable of murder. I don't know why I was born with this craving. I need to experience the life draining from my victims. Every ounce of their humanity slowly trickling out, like the blood dripping from a soon-to-be happy meal's sliced neck. It's amazingly fascinating. My superhuman abilities make it easy to cover up the murder while still getting in a nice meal. Sure, I may sound morbid, but the more insane I am, the easier it is to let go.