fallingstarssinthesky
Blood was dripping down on the floor. Slowly. A young female was lying across the table of the Grill, pale, her head nearly entirely ripped off her body, and the last bits of blood coloured the ground slowly into a dark redish brown. The silence surrounding Stefan was deadly. No one was left, a few humans had escaped, and the rest was somewhere on the ground, nearly leaving no room to set a foot on. "Sadly, this is getting boring." He shrugged, as he slowly made his way towards the door, his features showing no emotions. Just a cold facade, ripped off any humanity. Again. He didn't think back, why he had done it, it didn't matter now anyone, did it? With a swift motion, he shut the door closed behind him, and left the bar, the empty streets in front of him causing his footsteps to appear louder than they were. Finally. He was back, the true Ripper, the one that wouldn't play the saviour for everyone but himself. A smirk grew on his lips, and remained there.