Chapter Text

Prologue

Are you man enough? Are you man enough?

Are you man enough to take the blame for this?

Teeth pierced flesh, blood flowing freely down his throat. The copper smell was only distinguishable if focused on, his mind occupied by the blissful ecstasy that was consuming. The steady thrum of heartbeat palpable on his tongue, his head fogged with the heady smell of rot and decay. Blood covered his hands, his tongue, his throat, his chest. Harsh crimson contrasting with ivory white.

Blood – both his own and foreign – collected in the dips and harsh angles of his body. The room was silent except for heavy breathing and the rhythmic thrum of blood falling onto the floor. Lungs contracting violently within their cage of bones, greedily sucking down anything they could. Copper. Sweat. Vinegar. Rot. Melancholy. Anger. 

They sat in that room, both victims of their nature. To their instincts. And so, he fed. 

By the end, all that was left was a small plastic bag with clothes, bones, and a pair of broken glasses.