"So, you want to know about me? What makes me tick? All of
my whys and hows and whatfors? Well, since you are about to die
anyway, why not."
He walks around you slowly, admiring his work, watching the
blood ooze slowly from the crisscrossing wounds carved artfully
across your chest.
"Yeah, so you've seen me? You know me, eh? I'm not
surprised. Too many of your kind practically live in the clubs where
I play. Hell, thats where I tracked you from, after I watched you
seduce and drain a poor girl right on the dance floor. You don't
even know her name, do you? That at least might redeem you some,
you dirt sucking piece of undead shit."
Taking his natural scalpel, the artist slowly carves some
new additions to the overall design across your bleeding body, after
reopening those that closed from regeneration a moment before.
"Ahh well, I can finish them when you're dead. You won't heal
anymore then, will you? Oh, does that scare you, the thought of
dying?" The artist leans closer, meeting your eyes. "You are already
DEAD you freak! And soon, you will know it."
The artist slowly rakes a claw across your neck, his hands
taking on the form of razor sharp talons. "You know... you corpses
are very easy to track from the air... you never think to look
up.... You've lived so long, you'd think you would know how to
survive. I just loved the look on your face when you turned and saw
my wings blotting out your sight... and then felt my claws rip into
you. It was so sweet... I never get tired of it. Not since that
day.... when one of you sick fuckers took her from me.... and I will
continue to enjoy your misery for as long as your kind enjoy the
misery of others."
Turning away, the artist growls lowly, then swipes his razor
talons across your neck, cleanly severing your head from your body.
As he listens to the final whimpers die off, he melts into the
shadows of the night, the soft beating of black wings the only
sound to be heard. Left in the alley, only a decapitated corpse..
the head nowhere to be found. Scrawled across the chest of the
corpse, no longer healing, is the calling card of the artist... a
red outlined raven.