Not for a moment did I think that this could happen. I was at all times careful and thoughtful about my attacks but I could barely handle the bloodlust.
I walked up to a house dragging my ax with me. One story small suburban house, minimal light coming through the blinds, one vehicle in the driveway. I wandered around trying to see if there were any open windows. Bingo, an easy window left unlocked at the left side of the house. I walk up and slide it open with little struggle. It's a little girls room. my gut knew I would regret this later but I didn't care at the moment. My thirst for blood was too high for me to think properly. I took a step forward towards the bed in the dark, Creak!
"holy fucking shit, that was excessively loud." I mumbled to myself. I look down at the floor and strain my eyes to take another, more careful and gentle step. I slowly stumble up to the bed. I plant my feet and raise my ax to the sleeping kid, and swing, blood spurting out of her neck, eyes closed from her still being asleep. Her head starts to roll to the side so it's flat against the pillow.
I blink away anything that gets in my eyes a few tears falling. I set down my ax quickly to wipe my face clean.
Crash! and there goes the ax.
"Oh dingleberries!"