Playing with food--that was what they called it, what Thorn was doing chatting up the strangers he’d ‘caught’ for the night. He always did like to get to know a soul before feeding. It was his own little ritual, help them feel a little more comfortable before slaughtering them like animals. Sometimes when he would look back on how he partakes of his food, he feels a little less like a fairy and a little more like a demon. He was as good as one anyway.
He preferred to think of himself as such: a cold heartless demon, merely because he resented to be something often seen as good, or kind, or sweet, or caring. Thorn was none of those things; he was void of emotion and wanted to keep it that way. Brutality may not have been the answer to prove his strength and apathy, he knew that quite well--especially when it came to boasting of physical power, it was a dull move on his part--but he couldn’t help it. The more he tore a person apart, the more he seemed to crave for the soul tucked underneath all that flesh; it hungered him more.
“So what was it you do? Accounting?” He asked in a sing-song manner. The pudgy middle-aged man he held by the tie nodded frantically. “And how many kids do you have again? Three?” Another nod. “Well, I’m sure your wife will find a much younger and attractive man to wed and care for your children. The loss of you wouldn’t be much of a loss at all. It’ll be like cutting off dead weight. If not, it’ll be good on your kids. They’ll finally learn to toughen up more than their father.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his own words; they came out bitter, stemmed from his own parent-less past.
The sound of his merry laughter had faded as he tightened the navy blue tie around the man’s neck, restricting the latter’s access to air. “Ready, friend?” He cooed mockingly as he took out a little foldable dagger from his back pocket and sliced right down the man’s torso. More harsh words were about to spill past his lips but he’d noticed the presence of another in the midst of his killing. He lifted his gaze up to shoo off the innocent bypasser but ended up hanging his mouth open instead. Just two feet away from him stood a male who, by some strange reason, looked exactly like him.
“And what are you supposed to be? Some sort of bloody doppelganger set to ruin me?”
