A loud screech escaped her lips as she stared at the male in front of her, horrified. It was as if she walked into a murder scene–– His shirt was drenched in blood, his hair was matted in it, and the red dripping from his hands made it look like he just tore someone apart from the inside out. She stood there in silence, too confused to form a coherent sentence, although her mind was running wild with thoughts. He needed to get cleaned up somehow, and she needed an explanation. There was a sharp edge in her voice once she was finally able to speak up, brows furrowed in disbelief. “What the hell happened?”
death. an inevitable choice for humans of our mankind. some are taken away within their sleep, perhaps disastrous of nature, or maybe their fellow humans. victor was no murderer, but goddamnit, he was so CLOSED, so close of ripping someone’s fucking heart out and devour it with a glass of red wine. a stab to the beating organ, and the crimson liquid oozing out. his rage has always been rough, blood boiling through his veins with his fist shaking uncontrollably. victor was so closed to killing him, so close to letting his sanity slipped off anywhere and beyond this heavy clouds of thoughts, of anger, of anxiety and WHY DOES LOYALTY FUCKING EXIST? letting the boy laying there breathless, blood fresh against his fucking baseball bat was ENOUGH to hold a revenge of the sort. victor is a sinner, and he expects a warm welcome within the depths of hell. “i fucking slipped on some corpse’s body.” he muses out, not minding the ache within the corner of his lips. the aching pain was so worth it now that his oh-so-sweet of a revenge was deliciously successful. “now, please, i need a warm towel, hot shower, maybe a hot coco and perhaps a bed to lie on. ‘m not that BAD of a guy, i swear, so won’t YOU let ME in?”
