What dreams may become? (solo)

It was awkward to say the least, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought. The warm fluid rushing through your veins, the numbing tingle as his forearm and wrist swelled with the excess blood. Oh and the delicious taste! It was no wonder that he would lose himself in these sensations unbeknownst to the time and the things around him. It was euphoria pure in simple. Releasing the neck of the woman he allowed that long tongue to wipe the remnants of her life from his palm and fingers.

*More we must have more!!*

“Yes we will have more my friend.” Turning towards the shadows another was brought before him, this one an older male in his late thirties. His was balding and a little out of shape but no matter, his blood was warm and in the end isn’t that all that mattered?

*Kill him slow, make him bleed.*The voice asked of him and why not oblige, watching their suffering was second only to the taste of their blood.

“Tell me sir do you have a high tolerance for pain? I know many ways to make your beg for death, and it wouldn’t be any fun if you passed out before I really started having fun…”

The man had begun to sob, his pleas of mercy incomprehensible through his tears and whimpers, but Lennox knew that is what he was asking for. He would pat the man for comfort before dragging his finger nail across the surface on the man’s skin, leaving a small scratch along the nape of his neck, as Lennox circled him before stopping two feet from the man’s face. That gathered DNA beneath his nail already working it’s way into his mouth.
“Let’s play a little game shall we.” Reaching into his pocket Lennox drew a Swiss army knife, opting first to use the corkscrew. Grinning as the man’s pleas became louder, the look of pure fear in his eyes. Opening his mouth Lennox began to push that tool into his cheek, the cry of pain from the balding man echoed all around.



“Nooo!!”
He cried as he sat up, nearly falling off the park bench he had choice as a bed for the night. He was sweating and it was nearly forty-two degrees outside tonight, eyes searching from left to right as he fought to catch his breath and his composure.
“A dream….” He reassured himself as realty was setting in. “It was just a dream.”
‘Or more like a nightmare.’ he thought to himself.

*Don't act like you didn't enjoy a peak into our future boy, don't fight the monster inside...*

"I'm not a monster!" he lashed back as that echoing laughter continued to torment his mind, his hands would be firmly placed on his ears as he repeated it again.

"I'm not a monster..."