𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍.

“𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆.”

#𝑹𝑷𝑷𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 ⎢#𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 ⎢#𝑹𝑻 & #𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 ⎢#𝑨𝒔𝒌𝑻𝒐𝑫𝑴 💋

Hi, I’m Johnny Depp and it’s fucking Tuesday.

Probably, but at least she left me a way to find her. I ran the tips of my fingers over her name, 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴. Would she be my next kill, or would I lure her into my trap selfishly and devour her one single breath?

(To be continued….)

hurting this beautiful dove. She moved against my cheek and whispered softly. “When you stop being a coward, call me.” She tucked her card into the pocket of my slacks, offering a small daunting laugh and disappeared into the night. I almost thought, had I imagined her? Was I completely mad?

“Sweetheart if I fuck you, I’d break you in half and we wouldn’t want that. You’re too pretty to die. Maybe I’ll let you suck me off instead.” Her brows furrowed and she leaned in closer, lips on full display to be bruised and indulged but knowing the monsters that lived inside me, I couldn’t—

me that it was my angel, then her delicate velvet voice chimed in, “I didn’t say you could stop looking at me, stop being a coward and take me in the supply closet and fuck me.” I turned to face her, my eyes sparkled with fiery excitement and reached for her chin, gently holding her in place.

voices in my head, but then her head turned toward me. Shit. Did I say that outloud? She smiled sinisterly and instantly my heart fluttered? In a panic, I downed the shots that had been placed in front of me and placed my gaze on the dance floor. A hand came to rest on my shoulder and instinct told—

me, simultaneously. I blinked slowly as I reached the bar myself snd absentmindedly ordered a round of whiskey shots. My gaze never left her, she sat there with a martini, pretending that she didn’t notice me starring her. “We need to make her ours. Permanently.” I couldn’t agree more with the—

drink myself shit faced. I would probably pass out and have to be woken up by 2am. Every Friday night was the same, but little did I know that when I walked in, an angel sitting at the bar with long black locks, a pixie nose and enticing blue eyes would captivate me and paralyze—

the place to be on a virgin Friday night, well, that’s what the locals called it. Naive women would stumble into the hungry den with innocent eyes and walk out traumatized. I could have stopped it, but I wasn’t the nice guy, instead I’d watch as they helplessly begged for help and—

keep happening, I was trying to avoid it and then maybe, it wasn’t real. It was only a figment of my imagination, right? That’s how I was coping with it, not healthy, hell, none of it was, but this was my life now. I dressed in all black, grabbed my keys and headed down to the bar, 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈. It was—

all that I truly desired was for all of it to end, to stop torturing me. It wreaked havoc on my soul and there was no end in sight. All that I knew was that if I didn’t go out tonight to get blasted enough to drown out the memories, I’d probably unleash another round of murders and that couldn’t—

reward for yet another beautiful kill. Come on, David. We deserve to party, don’t you want to party?” My lips moved but the man that starred back at me in the reflection of the mirror, wasn’t me. It was one of the voices, I hadn’t bothered to give them names. I didn’t want to face any of it to be—

but little did they know, I was their ‘Savior’. I reach for the razor as white cream covered my face, neck and began to meticulously shave off every black hair to maintain my clean look. Once I was finished, I washed the remains off my face. “Damn, you look good. You need to fuck tonight. A—

bitchy, Mindy managed to get in before I pushed the blade harder and deeper into the side of her torso. The blood that poured out of her was insane for an older broad, she must have been on blood thinners. The body was rotting down the river, every alligator was thanking their God for the food—

finished quickly, shutting off the water and pushing the shower curtain back to step out. I reached for the towel hanging on the wall and wrapped it around my waist, strolling over to the mirror. I combed my fingers through my wet black hair, my gaze set on the small cut above my brow that the—

my father’s sexual abuse, the memories I refused to face. Or perhaps I was born this way a brutal sick maniac who gets off on draining the life force out of someone. I scrubbed the blood off my hands, body and face frantically, to the point that it left my body feeling raw, tender to the touch. I—

sensitive poet, who paints and explores the sentimental shades of a person, but instead, a ruthless psycho that existed to lure and destroy. Why? To be completely honest, I don’t know when it started, might have been after my mother died from breast cancer, or it could have been when I was a kid, —

drugs became handy and were delicious to consume, especially the LSD and shrooms. Every trip landed me passed out, but zero nightmares that way, no haunting to cause bags under my eyes. Someone like me, anyone would assume that I enjoyed the catch and kill, but it wasn’t me; at least not the—

lingered in the back of my mind, haunting my every step. Sleep was worthless and coke seemed to be the only solution to staying awake because when my eyes closed, they haunted me, especially the pleading look on their faces, begging to be set free. I refused to relive it night after night, so—

reminders fell around my feet and blinked slowly in effort to absorb what occurred only moments ago. The voices in my head told me that tying up loose ends that could draw attention to “us” and that was bad news, but deep down I knew that turning myself in would have been easier. Every kill—

a ghost, given my pristine clean up job afterward. I left zero crumbs of my involvement and cleaned the apartment with dedicated patience to make certain that my presence could never be discovered by anyone, not even their best detective. Once the scotching hot water cascaded down my back, bloody—

Lacey were my latest victims, along with Ms. Mindy now, plus her obnoxious “pet”. The closet thing I had to a pet were the voices that lived upstairs rent free and caused havoc amongst the community. I was the unnamed vanishing killer on the five o’clock news almost almost. I might as well been —

Let’s just say that the voices in my head told me to get rid of the aggravating neighbor and her little dog too, or I’d have trouble waiting at my door at some point. She was always complaining of the stench from my apartment; though I couldn’t blame her for being concerned. Casey, Britney and —

( Chapter 1: Guilty Pleasure. )

Anger drives people to extreme lengths and right about now; my palms were covered in crimson red. Ms. Mindy in apartment 7B and her little chihuahua were no more and peace settled as the blood pooled around her lifeless body. What caused this monstrosity?

Cirino Leandros, vampire since 1797~ but much more.
*Inside the Darkness there is a Heart.*
My mate and husband @rocknblood.bsky.social 💍September 5th, 2020. #MDNI, #SS, TW CW Vampire OC ©️
#TwoBats🦇 🦇

Taste and watch as I explode in colors.
Don’t let 𝒉𝒊𝒎 catch you or you’re dead.

#𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐞

I’m bringing sexy back.

These fuck boys don’t know how to act.

#𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

Tear You Apart

I hear voices that tell me to do very bad things. —David.

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~graphic content
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