continued from ask @ofimmortalityy
It was like watching a pretty little puppy eager to get a gentle pat on the head as a sign of appraisal. Silas had to admit that he enjoyed this side of his Shadow Self. Cruel and sadistic. Killing anyone with whom he crossed paths with, leaving nothing more than a trail of bodies disposed as dolls for the next person to watch. The immortal remained silent – fingers gently caressing the glass with blood of the only living person inside that bar. He had compelled the woman to serve him her blood and as such, she had been spared of the Reaper’s wrath. At least for the time being. Green eyes looked around. Mangled bodies and splashes of blood decorating the walls in gruesome ways. Nothing less than what he expected from the Ripper of Monterey.
“If you had a tail, you’d be waggling it right now –wouldn’t you, Stefan?” Silas brought his glass to his lips and ran one hand gently down the woman’s arm, her wrist open and still bleeding onto the table. She was clearly on the verge of passing out – but a meal was a meal. “Go to him, dear.” The woman obeyed without hesitation, dragging herself like a mindless zombie towards the vampire as the Immortal maintained his dark gaze on the pair. Just one more kill and they were done there. Onwards to the next. “Why would I get my hands dirty when I can either have you kill people or force them to take their own life? I just made a manicure. It would be horrible to get blood under these nails. That pretty little girl did a great job. Right before I shoved her head against the mirror. Best type of freebie yet.”
The woman came closer and Stefan was there, welcoming her with open arms. To kill her in the most bloody way possible. She didn't know of her luck yet. She was just a poor little human, a bloodbag that was serving him. Nothing more. "My tail ? I don't know if that's the right term for it, but yes I enjoy this. And lets be realistic, you enjoy it too, or else you wouldn't be here right now, sending me that girl to watch how I kill her. It must be boring for someone like you. Never experience anything new, only see the old things happen, and waiting for entertainment." he smirked as he was grabbing the girl's wrist, pulling her close and scratching her neck open with his teeth, catching the first drops of blood. "I'm your show right now, I'm fully aware of that." and he would be the one he wouldn't forget. He was the Ripper of Monterey. With a finger, he brushed over the warm cheek, and as she stared at him, he licked over her lips, biting down on the lower lip, and suck on it, the blood causing him to shiver. Fuck. he loved that. "I'd like to know what you really want." he lifted his head towards Silas, his hand was playing with the girls hand, breaking one finger after the other. Her screams were priceless. "Is it the watching? Or are you actually more interested in what your mirror-self is doing? Does it turn you on when I'm enjoying this so much? I could play with her all nigh long.”
