My Pathetic Emo Kinda Love Story

FRANK P.O.V.

I close my eyes and sniff the air.
Human. 2:00.
I turn right and get myself ready for the kill.
Hiding behind a nearby, scrawny tree, I see my next meal. He was a brute man, about 40, a lumberjack, obviously by the humongous piles of wood, not married judging by the bare ring finger, and, my unnoticed. Perfect.
Taking long, quiet strides, I approach him from behind. Baring my teeth, I place my hands on his neck and give a sudden jerk then back away as the man fell over.
Another kill.
Sighing, I squeeze my eyelids, sink in my fangs, and taste the metallic sting of the red liquid.
Standing, I look at the mess I've created and feel even more ashamed.
Face it, you're a monster.
I look away and suludate in silence back home.

Notes

OMG. It has been sooooo long X( I am sooo sorry Guyz.