It was summer, and it was pouring. Really, as if God had tried to carry home a bucketful of water but his dog knocked it over. Apparently it was a really big, un-empty-able bucket, because the rain just didn’t want to stop.

It was as if the rain wanted to hide the guilty in its embrace, to wash away the bloody traces of murder, to wash away the minds of thieves and criminals, to remake everything anew. But even the stray dogs and cats knew that that wouldn’t happen. Humans weren’t cute little animals anymore.

“Unlike you,” Koon smirked as he carved yet another tattoo into the girl’s arm. The deathly pale flesh trembled as the glinting knife traced an elaborate K. “Such a pretty little face..” he muttered, running his slim, beautiful fingers alongside her face. “And lovely tattoos, yes?” He smiled sincerely, a sight that made blood run cold. The girl gasped shakingly at the touch, not daring to make a sound. Dried tears blotched her face, her eyes wide with fear. Pulling the arm towards him, Koon placed his lips on the finished K, tasting the crimson blood oozing out of the beautiful wound. The girl hung on with her other hand to the cold bars of her cage. After sucking on the wound for a few moments, Koon suddenly pulled her closer, kissing her. The girl was the very essence of prey, horror in her large hazel eyes as she tasted her own blood. Pulling back, Koon ran his fingers down her chestnut hair, parting it smoothly. He licked up a salty tear that ran down her cheek. “Don’t cry,” he murmured, “It breaks my heart.” Taking the half-dead, battered body out of the cage, he cradled it in his arms gently. “Mine, mine, mine..” he crooned, “..mine forever.”

~Fin.