Soft light trickled through the kitchen window, the last remnants of the day slipping into the fold of the horizon. I could feel my body had grown rigid where I sat, the lack of motion within the last two hours had stiffened me against the cold. My flesh, as it was, could not really be affected, but my blue sweater had grown crisp and a thin sheen of frost had settled on the fabric. I had not been able to sleep, and so upon waking before the sun had gone, I sat at the table and closed my eyes, enjoying the sounds of the birds outside the window, the sounds of day life and children playing in the streets. You might think I'm being sentimental, but truth was I was hungry...I was hungry for the predator I had once been, those children would have been my greatest joy to torment once upon a time. So do not pity me, nor feel any sort of compassion...I am a monster in the darkest sense, I am the predator with a smile.

With a last sigh, the outside fell quiet, the sounds of humanity muffled behind closed doors, the creatures mostly receded into their dark, safe little homes. And so, it is my time. I open my eyes slowly, grey blue irises glowing beneath the pale lids seemed unearthly bright, peeking out into the darkness. I inhaled softly, though it was unnecessary I was a creature of habit. I flexed my fingers and rolled my shoulders back, the sound of my shirt crunching and cracking as the frost broke apart. I stood slowly, allowing everything to situate as I moved. I took a few steps to the window and looked out, the sky was bright with stars, the earth a white blanket of snow. I hoped the moon would be bright this night, I adored the shimmer of the moonlight on the snow. With a somewhat longing look, I closed the window. I really shouldn't be so careless, I'd already had the pipes in this house crack once, I didn't want that nightmare again. I went to the hallway and flicked the heat on to 60, warm enough to protect the house from damage.

Now, to break away from the mundane suburban life that everyone thought I lived. Turning to the basement door, I held my hand on the handle a moment, the frost had made a slight wet coating over the metal knob, I stared at the small dew like drops a moment, a part of me not wanting to have to clean up my mess, but I knew full well I needed to, that and I had no idea how long Aidan would be gone, and I didn't want to have to deal with his belligerent attitude over this in the slightest. Pursing my lips together, I pulled the door open and walked down the wooden staircase to the cement flooring below. I flicked the light on, and let my attention cascade over the frozen, silent corpse of a man, his hands bound to a beam, and his throat ripped open like one might to get into the contents of their cheetos. (Mental note; find the cheetos I bought before Aidan finds them). With a click of my tongue, I shake my head. I was in a very cross mood a week ago, and this man happened to think his able bodied legs gave him the right to mock my limp. I often didn't allow myself to kill for self satisfaction, but this man was a blight on the earth, and I decided I ought to do a little...cleaning. On that note, I grabbed an enormous bag and pulled it down over the mans head, sliding it down to his waist. Grabbing a knife off a table near by, I sliced the rope off the mans hands and tipped him over, from there I pulled the bag the rest of the way down and rolled him to another door. This was a door leading to the back of the house. Moving up the stairs, I opened it and looked around quietly, and in only a moment, a man showed himself with a small grin. This fellow, was my garbage man, if you will. Leading him down, I pointed at the waste, and he nodded and started doing...whatever it was he did. Ah, the things money can buy. Leaving the basement, I locked the door and stood once again the hall way.

Things had been so quiet and simple when I was alone, but there was a strange level of shame in my need to kill with such petty violence, and I didn't want Aidan to know...I was not a savage monster, this was a broken shard of the creature that consumed my being, and I would not let it degrade the facade of the collected, calculated man I presented to the world.