#imnotaterriblevampire

No, but speaking of things to take from people, I’d love to place your head on a pike and set the rest of you on fire.

It has been awhile, how are you? Did you have a nice valentines day?

I'm... Well, I'm okay. And no, not really. Life's been boring.

*Oh that's real classy, Conrad. The surprise of only seeing about one fourth of what he'd been expecting makes him jump back a foot or so with a disgusted cry. Initially reacting to the horrific, gory spectacle on his doorstep in the same way anyone else would, most likely. This was more than just a flaming bag of shit, this was a fucking head. And, from the looks of it, it was more fresh than some of the things in his fridge. Whoever had left this here had to be:

a psycopath AND

disturbingly obsessed with him in some way

As far as he could tell anyway. But who did he know that would fit both those categories? Who did he know that could be at once so pathetically desperate for his attention and crazy enough to sever a head?

He poked his head out and looked to the left, and to the right. No sign of anyone but, since William was dead and out of the picture, that left only a few candidates that could have played such a twisted prank. He had a good idea. Still, he wasn't taking any chances. Not with a kid in the warehouse and not with Luke unable to fight. 

Worth nudged that head away with a foot, then decided to go all out and kick it. That done, he strode back inside and got a bottle of vodka, a lighter, and an old cloth.