Bile .

Elliot could taste the bile in his throat , threatening to make it's way out.

It was as if a bucket full of blood had been splashed on the floor. .the liquid making its way to everywhere in the dingy room.

The scent of blood so fresh ,he gagged in reflex.

Horrified , his eyes found the  body of a young woman laying on the blood stained bed, the white of the sheet gored with dark rich blood. . . trickling . . slipping. .slithering out of her slashed neck.

The drip drip of blood to the floor made Elliot wished he had never stepped a foot here. If a vampire like him couldn't hold the sight in front of him then how come a human. .

She was in a black sparkling dress that came to her knees. One of her heel dangling from her toe. Her mouth twisted in a scream.  The brown hair spread out on the pillow. .and Elliot could hear .

Hear the buzzing of flies from afar.

Smelling the decaying of the body.

The call of food.

And seated on a rickety chair was Damien or was it?

Damien , a thin smile on his lips that made him seemed even more threatening. . .sinister, the white shirt had patches of blood all around, the dark royal blue color of the  pants hiding the bloody patches, and his hands. . Elliot's heart dropped to his stomach. . .his hands looked like they were painted .

With red.

The blood dried and caked up on his hands, under his nails.

Elliot had never seen the color red so much.

In one room.

In one night.

"Damien. .what the fuck. .what the fuck. .," That's all Elliot could repeat in a low voice . He didn't know where to look and what to avoid?

The room was a picture of blood bath.

Damien leaned against the chair, his weight forcing the chair to groan . . watching Elliot watch the woman in horror.

"Fuck Damien. . ."

"I didn't fuck,  promise. I only . .killed." Damien said with a cynical smile.

Elliot glanced at him in disbelief.

"Is this some kind of a twisted fucking joke!!" Elliot gritted his teeth.

"I wish it was. I wish , Elliot. " Damien said in an empty voice , his face void of any emotion.

Elliot shook his head and moved in , his boot squished on the wet blood making him grimace in disgust.

"Are you telling me you're doing this because a girl left—"

Damien's eyes flashed dangerously.

Going from blue to red.

The devil in him awakening.

"Don't. " He pointed his index finger at him." Don't . You have no right to talk about . ." He pursed his lips in a tight line.

Elliot crossed his arms , a humorless smile on his face.

"What? Can't say her name? Can't even acknowledge her existence? She's the one you stopped killing for and now she's the one who's making you . . . relapse." Elliot said bluntly not caring about the bloody eyes looking his way.

Damien laid his head on the chair, his eyes roaming on the ceiling.

"I don't give a fuck about that . ." He stopped . Again.

Not even recognizing her existence.

"You not recognizing her existence won't change a fucking thing! You can't lie to yourself !!"

Damien didn't say anything as if he didn't hear him.

Elliot sighed loudly.

"You really. .really need to stop being in denial. It's so fucking obvious Damien. The control she has on you. You can't kill her so you're killing her doppelgangers now—"

Damien stood up.

Silencing him at once.

Slowly, he moved towards the bed . .the stench of blood making it hard for Elliot to breath. .

"She was beautiful till she lasted. " Damien laughed . .but it was a hollow one. A dark one.

Elliot watched . .watched as Damien touched the dead girl's feet with his index finger . .and then slowly . .he reached her bare leg. . moving up towards her thigh and then her stomach. .passing over her chest. .to the slash of her neck—

Elliot tried to stifle his gasp when suddenly Damien lifted the dead girl up into a sitting position. .her neck lolling to a side. .eyes still wide with terror ..

"What are you doing!" Elliot hissed but it seemed liked Damien was beyond his reach. His voice. His reasoning.

"Damien!"

With one pull, Damien had the dead girl standing. .his arm around her waist. .the weight of the dead body leaning on him. .the almost severed neck to a side. .slight movement deepening the wide gash further. .

A grotesque vision of dancing.

"Elliot what do you say to a girl who leaves  for no reason at all? " Damien laughed , moving around with the dead body as if he was at  a ball. On a dance floor.

"Cut this shit! What the fuck—"

Damien glanced at him over her shoulder, a chilling smile on his handsome face.

"I'll tell you. You do nothing Elliot. You do nothing but celebrate." Damien whirled in a circle and the sudden movement teared at the gash .

Tearing the flesh further until her head was hanging by a thread of her skin.

Lifeless eyes staring at Elliot.

Elliot could see the almost beheaded body . .fresh blood oozing out .

"For God sake!! Stop this nonsense!!" Elliot snapped at his laughing friend.

"God didn't do anything for my sake . Why should I do anything for His." Damien smirked and then his hands slipped down to the dead girl's hands , his fingers wrapping around her wrist and—

He twirled her around.

Her head snapped !!

Snapped and went shooting towards the bed—the severed head hitting the headboard and bouncing on the bloody bed.

All that remained in Damien's hands was a bloodied beheaded body.

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