Hunting monsters

But the night is young and before it's over, I will know.

He brings a crystal decanter filled with dark brandy, two glasses and cheese spread with crackers on a large silver tray. I notice a sharp knife by the spread. Nick puts the tray down on a coffee table and looks at me with his dark eyes. His breathing becomes labored. I can hear how his angry blood rushes through the arteries, pulsing in his aorta.

"Come on, reveal yourself!" I think, while licking my lips with longing.

"Take off your clothes!" Nick commands, his hands shaking from desire and rage.

I get off the couth and begin to strip, while he's watching. I do it slowly and deliberately. Two large drops of sweat appear on Nick's eyebrow. Finally I' m standing in front of him butt-naked. His hunger and blood-lust has transferred to me and my body begins to vibrate with anticipation.

"Give it to me, baby!" I shout, meaning every word I say. Nick's right hand is finally on my body - touching me, fondling, probing...

"Tell me you want it, little fagot," he whispers in a husky voice, "Tell me how much you want it!"

"I want it," I reply and lick the drops of sweat off his face. I taste his adrenalin while watching from the corner of my eye how Nick's left hand is picking up the knife from the tray. My excitement becomes unbearable.

"Do me!" I cry out in ecstasy and he complies. His lust spills out with a beastly scream as he launches with the knife at my throat. Instinctively I pull back and the knife lands deep in my chest.

"Ouch..." Now I'm sure!

With a swift movement I pull the knife out of my chest and throw it on the floor. Then I take a step forward and embrace my monster. I can feel his body sweat, his smell of fear. Nick tries to escape from my embrace, but no one ever does.

"Let's do it baby," I whisper and bite off a large chunk out of the side of his neck. I spit his flesh out on the floor then cover the gash in his throat with my mouth. I gorge on his blood spiked with unspeakable malice, secret dark desires and twisted dreams. The blood of a hunter, who has fallen a pray. It's pure ecstasy! Nick is twitching in agony just as I squeeze him like a pomegranate, crashing his ribs in a frenzy of my hunger. The room becomes red as I'm getting filled with his blood up to a retina of my eyeballs. Mmm... good to the last drop!

Finally I release his empty shell and he falls to the ground like a filthy rag. I know that I won't be hungry for weeks.

4

Back in the cellar I turn off my computer, sit down in front of my ancient mirror made from perfectly polished bronze (the only mirror that I can look into) and begin to take off my make-up, together with traces of a resent meal. The day is coming - time to sleep, time to dream...

Before becoming a detective, I used to be a hunter and a monster in my own right... then I found real monsters. You call them serial killers. To me they are a diet for a connoisseur. I understand my monsters. We have a lot in common. The same lust for blood, the same darkness that we share. I'll keep on hunting them until there will be none left.

I think that I just might have to live for ever...