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[I owe a starter or two and a few drafts, but since I got a little influx of followers... 

josephxoda

"Oh no, I wasn't aware the police wandered     around this late at night! If I knew you were going         to show up I would have cleaned up a bit quicker."

Wiping bloodied hands on his pant legs, Jeff slowly turned his head to glance back at the male before him. Why was it he always got visitors right AFTER killing someone? The act of murdering his victims was quite the spectacle all it's own! He grinned.

"Frankly I don’t think you’d get the satisfaction or whatever it is that you get from this senseless killing that you’re doing."  He slowly backed away from the boy. It wasn’t that he was worried about being destroyed by him. He just wanted to get away from him and the bodies of his co-workers. "Unless you enjoy the colour white more than red." He wasn’t really sure where he was going with that last sentence. He didn’t have much to say really. This boy was obviously not mentally stable and he felt though whatever he would say wouldn’t process with him.

"White? Are you implying your blood isn't red? How weird."

The male stared coldly, lifeless eyes studying him up and down. If he was not a crimson-spiller, what WAS he? Surely not human. Jeff took a few more steps forward, body leaning towards the being before him with an almost childlike (but malicious) curiosity.  Learning was always a fun experience, why not learn about this person? It was much more fascinating than school, and far more educational. ..Especially when he could be 'hands on'.

"If you do not bleed, are your insides different as well? It's no fun cutting someone open only to find out they don't have organs at all.."

"Oh great… You sound like Vincent…"