All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Vampires Will Never Hurt You
“... people woke up to a gruesome sight this morning. Five year old Caitlyn Madden was found dead in the middle of Trek Street last night. We interviewed one of the FBI agents working on this case. He gave us some insight to suspects and how this killer’s horrible mind is working.” Said the same female reporter. God, her voice is annoying. She’s definitely on my list.
“We believe the killer wants to let us know he’s here.” The man on screen said, sunglasses covering his face. No shit, sherlock.
“We believe that it is the same person committing these horrible crimes, due to similarities in each of the deaths.” Wow, this man is just a regular Einstein, ain’t he?
“We suspect someone working on the investigation and have several leads, but that’s all I can disclose at this time.”
“Thank you for your time, sir.” The annoying-voiced reporter said. Ha! They suspect an FBI agent. Those idiots!
“... In other news, police are still looking for a man who went missing Saturday night...”
I feel like I should really freak them out tonight. By that, I mean more than usual. Maybe make it look like a vampire bite? Yes, that would be wonderful. I grabbed a man straight off the street as he walked by, and put the usual duct tape over his mouth. He struggled a bit, so I had to make him unconscious. Have you ever tried to hang a struggling man up by his feet? It’s not easy. I bashed his head against the concrete floor, making it much easier to transport him to the place I had set up my trap. I strapped him into the harness I had made, capable of holding up to five hundred pounds. He woke up and started trying to talk through the tape. I gave him a bloody smile first, so he would be in too much pain to talk. I removed the tape and started my perfectly brilliant plan. The sharpest of my knives, my favorite one, sliced into the skin on his neck. I didn’t drag it along like i normally would, but I just sliced a small, circular piece of the skin. I repeated it an inch away, just like a bite mark from two identical fangs. I took a smaller blade from my death bag. Actually, it was more of a skewer. I stabbed it through the center of my fang marks, right through the jugular vein. Blood spurted out of his wound. I let him hang there, just letting him bleed out to his death. I placed a bucket where most of the blood was sprayed. Before he’s dead, I suppose I should leave my FBI friends a little message, don’t you? “I’m right here!” I carved into his back. His spine got in the way at one point, but I just kept on cutting. My bucket was almost full, and he was almost dead. There was still enough blood for him to live, though. That meant I had to drain out the rest before I could conclude with everything. I was going to make the river run red. The life seeped out of him, every drop of it. I washed the ground, no blood was left. I wouldn’t want to ruin the illusion. Morning arrived as I dragged my bucket to the old river. I poured it all in and watched as the water became dark red, with bits of coppery brown and reddish orange in some parts. It looked beautiful.
“We believe the killer wants to let us know he’s here.” The man on screen said, sunglasses covering his face. No shit, sherlock.
“We believe that it is the same person committing these horrible crimes, due to similarities in each of the deaths.” Wow, this man is just a regular Einstein, ain’t he?
“We suspect someone working on the investigation and have several leads, but that’s all I can disclose at this time.”
“Thank you for your time, sir.” The annoying-voiced reporter said. Ha! They suspect an FBI agent. Those idiots!
“... In other news, police are still looking for a man who went missing Saturday night...”
I feel like I should really freak them out tonight. By that, I mean more than usual. Maybe make it look like a vampire bite? Yes, that would be wonderful. I grabbed a man straight off the street as he walked by, and put the usual duct tape over his mouth. He struggled a bit, so I had to make him unconscious. Have you ever tried to hang a struggling man up by his feet? It’s not easy. I bashed his head against the concrete floor, making it much easier to transport him to the place I had set up my trap. I strapped him into the harness I had made, capable of holding up to five hundred pounds. He woke up and started trying to talk through the tape. I gave him a bloody smile first, so he would be in too much pain to talk. I removed the tape and started my perfectly brilliant plan. The sharpest of my knives, my favorite one, sliced into the skin on his neck. I didn’t drag it along like i normally would, but I just sliced a small, circular piece of the skin. I repeated it an inch away, just like a bite mark from two identical fangs. I took a smaller blade from my death bag. Actually, it was more of a skewer. I stabbed it through the center of my fang marks, right through the jugular vein. Blood spurted out of his wound. I let him hang there, just letting him bleed out to his death. I placed a bucket where most of the blood was sprayed. Before he’s dead, I suppose I should leave my FBI friends a little message, don’t you? “I’m right here!” I carved into his back. His spine got in the way at one point, but I just kept on cutting. My bucket was almost full, and he was almost dead. There was still enough blood for him to live, though. That meant I had to drain out the rest before I could conclude with everything. I was going to make the river run red. The life seeped out of him, every drop of it. I washed the ground, no blood was left. I wouldn’t want to ruin the illusion. Morning arrived as I dragged my bucket to the old river. I poured it all in and watched as the water became dark red, with bits of coppery brown and reddish orange in some parts. It looked beautiful.
