#cole threads

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closed starter for: @disapprove based on: this

Cole was practically skipping up the basement stairs. The rush of a fresh kill and filling up his freezer for the next month had the ghoul feeling giddy. He'd had to start going a few towns over to hunt. People within his own had started to notice. Monthly, sometimes more often, murders weren't exactly inconspicuous. It wasn't like anyone suspected him of anything though, not when he was friendly and warm as could be on a daily basis. They didn't know the insatiable hunger he felt for both lives and flesh. He'd even escaped notice of his partner somehow. Knowing that they were working late meant that he didn't have to come up with an excuse to go out that night. Bringing the corpse down to the basement and breaking it down had been more relaxing than usual.

And he could actually shower upstairs instead of washing up down there. He certainly needed it. There was blood...everywhere. That was where he was heading when he opened the door into the kitchen and saw them standing there. His brows lifted. They must've gotten home while he'd been down there. Earlier than expected. Cole sighed. His actions were all too casual as he closed the basement door and turned to face them, running a bloodstained hand through his hair. The next few seconds were going to determine a lot for him. "You know," he began. "As nice as it is to have you home early, I really wish you would've called."

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closed for: @ciitrustears

Cole gazed proudly at the gift he'd laid out on their kitchen counter. A bouquet of their favorite flowers had been put into a vase he'd found after some rummaging around. Next to them sat the kind of black velvet box someone might open to reveal fine jewelry. Instead of some pretty bejeweled necklace though, the evidence of the revenge he'd sought for them sat on the satin pillow. Blood seeped from the torn chunk of flesh and stained the cloth beneath. He smiled, but the expression quickly soured as he remembered where he'd gotten the tongue from. For someone to dare speak so maliciously to the object of his obsession...

If he could've killed that asshole a second time, he would have. Not that he hadn't savored the kill already. He had. Cole had taken his time with the man. He usually did when he killed, but this time had been different. With no plans to eat the lowlife, he'd taken care to mutilate him as much as he could without letting him die. He'd left his tongue until the very end, hoping that they would somehow be able to sense all of the screams that had been forced from him and relish them the way that Cole had. Ripping the muscle out had been his final act before finally delivering the killing blow.

The corpse had been butchered with much less care than he usually used. It didn't need to be stored for food, just disposed of. Cole was impressed that he'd managed to get it all done before they got home for the day. Nothing motivated someone like total, unyielding devotion. Someone had insulted his obsession. He wanted to make sure they knew that he would never allow anyone to get away with that, or anything else, ever again.

His head shot up when he heard the front door open, lips stretching into a manic grin because they were finally going to see his gift. With one last look at the tongue, he tucked away a few rogue strands of ragged flesh so he could close the box before disappearing around the corner. Enough to be out of sight but not too far to miss their reaction. Fuck, he couldn't wait to see it.