"Noooo!"
The sickly wet sound of blood hitting tiled floor followed soon after. A trail of it drifted from the now still carcass to the razor like claws on the snarling figure that stood above it. The room was still regardless of the audience that watched the gruesome death of the now deceased man.
Suddenly, a sound was heard: the whimpering of a child.
The killer's sharp eyes and ears searched out the sound and settled on a small little girl that was crying in her mother's arms. He stalked towards the little child whose pale cheeks were streaked with rouge tears. He took his bloodied hand and rubbed the child's cheek. The small child's sharp eyes followed his hand and her sobs subsided somewhat. Unexpectedly, by both him and the child's mother who had shrunk away and bowed her head at his approach, his lips curved into a smirk befitting his handsome face.
"Are you that hungry little one?"
The child's copper curls bobbed up and down. It was normal for them at that age to always be hungry even for the foulest of things, the dead man being one of the foulest things he's ever come across himself. However, he couldn't blame the little child for she was not yet old enough to control her hunger. He took his thumb and rubbed on the child's little pink lips and watched her suck them in.
The black pupils in her eyes slowly shifted to a forest green and she smiled, her canines touching her little lips.
"Thank you, my lord." Her small voice rang like bells in his heightened ears.
Her head, bowed with that of her mother, pleased the murderer's dominant persona that lurked deep in his soul. He swiftly turned around, not acknowledging the corpse that lay on the carpet. The blood that ran from the cold body could not be discerned from the carpet. The finest apparel swung behind the killer-no the beast-in tones of black. No other color was ever donned on his body regardless of how long the creature walked the earth.
The creature's elegant stand continued towards a chair of gold. The seat he sat of pure black satin and his obsidian diamonds glittered on his throne.
"Dispose of him."
It took no time for the body and blood to disappear from his visual.
As if the death had never even been committed.
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A woman stands alone in the middle of the cold white blanket that covered the entire ground. Before her was a dance, full of twists and turns, a dance that radiated heat that she felt on her cold form.
The curvy dancers tormented her soul with their performance for they were merciless. Behind the wall of treacherous heat lay her family. Who had committed this sin? She knew not. Why had this been done? She couldn't tell you for all the money in the world.
Her brunette and blonde highlighted curls blew behind her in the frigid breeze, her slightly tanned skin pale in the moonlight. The only shadow for miles was the one that stretched eerily behind her.
She was so engrossed in the tragedy of her family's death. She didn't notice the dark figure behind her slowly reached towards her face and chest.
Her shriek, the only sound for miles, was briefly heard as the figure clutched her mouth. Her struggle was futile in the arms of the man behind her. Soon all that reflected in her green orbs were the dancing flames before temporary darkness claimed her.