Blood Love

The warmth of his blood dripped sown my face as his body slumped carelessly to the ground. I

smiled in relief. It was easy... the way the bullet pierced his flesh. Soft like Jell-O. All I had to do was

pull the trigger. It was the most intimate sort of pleasure. I thought I would be scared but I liked it... I

liked watching the life fade slowly from his eyes as the pool of blood darkened around him. There was

no sense in cleaning up anything, for by the time I was clean they would be here... so I just walked-

hood up and hands in my pocket, down the stairs and into the street. I would go home, if they had me in

the morning I wouldn't care but if they didn't, I would head to Canada. Fuck Mexico, I wanted snow. Not

drugs and perverts. I rolled my tongue over my lips to ease the dryness and I tasted blood. Not mine,

his. Salty and dried. I smiled once more as I closed my eyes saving his taste to my memory.

I was just drying off my freshly washed face when someone knocked on the door. Smiling as I

opened up, it was my manager to collect rent. Leaving the door open, I sent for her check as I

remembered the blood stained shirt I had on. It was black so it luckily didn't look like blood I grabbed

a

knife from the counter as I walked back to her, hidden in my pockets I gave the bitch her money. I

closed my door softly and followed her down the hall; I read the bulletins until her door was almost

shut. I stuck my foot in the door, when she pulled it open; I ripped my check from her hands and

sliced my kitchen knife across her throat. My face was covered in her blood and I cautiously licked

some up as I stabbed her a few times in the chest. I pulled her corpse through the hall and into her

room. Her safe was open from her check collection so I swiped all her cash and casually walked out

her back door and to my car. Canada was in for a surprise.