Taste For Blood | Armand| [Open]
Old habits died hard. Once Armand had gotten a taste for blood, it was hard to quit cold turkey. He had an addictive personality, and giving up drugs just meant he had to find a thrill somewhere else. The release he needed came from spilling blood and leaving a trail of bodies behind.
Of course, he was smarter about things now. He’d figured out the right way to dispose of them. It wouldn’t lead back to him. It couldn’t. He was finally happy with his life. He couldn’t throw it all away. But dear God, he couldn’t stop killing. It just felt too damn good.
He disposed of his most recent kill, having removed all fingerprints with acid, removed and crushed the teeth, and dismembered the corpse. But that wasn’t enough for him. He’d left the limbs in various locations. It would be harder to pinpoint his location that way, in the eventuality that a limb was found.
He washed off his tools and cleaned up his ‘workshop’, then headed home.
He was cooking dinner when the news announced that the remains had been found. He tensed, but kept an ear open, listening to what was being reported.
