Keith

I'll kill her. Oh, really. I'm going to make him want to contradict me and not follow my instructions. I'm going to drink all her blood until I kill her. I can't stand it. This little human didn't understand that in order to stay alive, she would have to learn to shut up.

And again! She was lucky that Steafan wasn't her guide. He is very quickly at the end of his rope. The slightest thing annoys him. This girl would already be decomposing underground.

I'm. More than ever. Since we got home, I've had only one thing on my mind. Join her in her room, slip inside her and open her neck to access her Precious Blood. Unfortunately, if I do that, my brother will be mad at me.

To bring everything down and so that I wouldn't succumb to my cravings, my brother and I opted to go and enjoy the evening. We are each preparing on our own. It only takes me a short time to find myself at the bottom of the stairs, my arm on the railing. All we have to do is wait for it.

The little human comes out of the kitchen with food. His footsteps are noisy. Even from twenty meters away, its smell teases me, even though it is tainted by the pastries and fruits it holds.

When she walks by my side, she observes me in an unsettling silence. I wish I could read her and know what she thinks of me! Holding back is very painful. My curiosity grows by the minute.

"You could at least wait until it's time to eat," I said. "Unless you've decided to gain weight... "

"Your brother has given me permission to take what I want," she replies, smiling.

Okay, she's looking for me. That's for sure.

"Oh, he hasn't given me permission yet..."

I'm sure she doesn't understand why I'm talking about her. Still, her perfectly plucked eyebrows furrow.

"Can't you do as you please?"

Ah, how she can't stand me with her questions! It seems that she needs to know everything. Humans are indeed curious. And over time, they still haven't figured out that it's taking them underground.

"No, otherwise I'd have one more conquest under my belt," I hissed, annoyed.

His face wrinkles. She seems outraged by my words. His features, usually so fine, become ugly.

"You don't mean me, I hope?"

His shrill voice makes me cringe. Playing the little idiot doesn't suit her. She's a lot smarter than that. I know for a fact that she asks me this question only to hear me say the answer out loud to her.

"Oh no, you?" I scoffed. "You're not my type, young lady."

With her mouth half-open, she stares at me in amazement. Bim! She didn't just have to be clever. Here, she's on my playground. I know the rules. She's going to lose.

"You're really different from what I imagined. I didn't think you anymore... nice, nobler, or even polite. But certainly not like other men."

I am amazed at what she says. I'm not a man in need. Humans are only weak. They harass to get what they want to the point of traumatizing those around them.

As for me, I'm really different. I don't even use my powers. Well, only rarely. If I want to sleep with a woman, I use my beauty given when I was still human. And if it doesn't work, I find another woman. As for our meals with my brother, it's different. Decades ago, we both did this on our own. When I caught Steafan in the middle of a ritual, he initiated me. I would never have thought of abusing young women and torturing them to death. Now I'm my brother, but only do what I love. Fuck and feed me. Steafan is in the business of sacrificing our victims.

"Appearances are deceiving, Mrs. Ryce. I'm not lacking, as you say so well. I am only free to enjoy the pleasure of the flesh. I think I'm old enough to do what I want with women who are consenting, without a girl judging me. Be aware that a man may very well be polite and noble and have certain desires that are completely normal."

What I tell him hits the nail on the head and he doesn't like it. She ignores me and goes up the stairs without once turning back to me. So, I win the game. Poor human. If she doesn't like it, let her leave the house in the next few hours. He won't like what is going to happen to him.

Steafan finally arrives by skipping the stairs two by two. He greets the perky young woman, then comes up to me.

"Control yourself, Keith," he whispers. "It's not his time."

I can't roll my eyes. I know that very well! You don't have to tell me all the time.

"When?"

"Soon. You'll find out. In the meantime, don't mess everything up. We need it."

He's not wrong. If she's there, it's because of her fame. To use it and find a culprit to acquit us definitively. Maybe even using our powers a little, she'll write a great article about us and our customers will finally come back?

"That's right."

"Did you make sure she stayed asleep this time?"

His voice slams in my head. Yet his tone is low so that the little thing doesn't hear us. Steafan isn't happy that the human woke up last time. She had drunk from the glass filled with sleeping pills. She should never have been on her feet in the middle of the night.

I nod and wave to him that it's time.

It doesn't take us long to reach his friends. We hang out together so much that we don't take the time to greet each other anymore. As usual, I follow them without saying anything. I'm going to stand back and feed myself. Then I'll let them continue their little macabre games.

At the exit of the city, we reach the forest. Tonight, we are going to hunt in another town, as far away as possible. It is very important not to attract attention. If we spread ourselves too thin, potential investigators will be lost. We need to cover our tracks as much as possible. We have even planned to accuse a miserable man.

Nothing too complicated. All you have to do is take some of his blood or take his sperm. He will then be guilty in the eyes of all. That's why we get rid of his old girlfriends, old acquaintances.

This man must pay for the crimes that committed him. And I would be uncompromising.

To attract victims, it's very simple. I run one-week custom promotions at half price. There are few who don't go for it. In all cases, the police found the remains in the vicinity.

The air is fresh, but it hasn't filled my lungs for a long time. With every word spoken, no breath forms a mist. The weather is very cold. It's like the middle of winter. The landscape passes by at a brisk pace. We don't stop there and continue on our way. In no time at all, we are thousands of miles away from our mansion.

We don't waste a second and hunt down our new victim. As far as I know, she was supposed to go to a party. I know exactly what time she was supposed to be there. Let's just hope she's gone. Otherwise, we will have to wait for it, imagining hundreds of scenarios.

I spot his track. Sweet and fruity. My comrades follow me without saying anything. At human speed, we are winning a dark dead end. It seems to be crowded. We can hear fat laughter and crying.

Thin.

A group of three men hold our prey against the wall. She's struggling. At least, give it a try. His efforts were in vain.

Steafan is beyond me. With tense muscles and clenched fists, he steps forward without making a sound. Before my amused eyes, the three men fly through the air and land against the walls. One picks up the trash can and grunts in pain. As for the others, the impact with the walls knocks them out instantly. Our comrades waste no time. The three of them throw themselves at them. The sounds of skin being torn off and bones cracking make me laugh. Few people – let alone human – would like to hear that. For sure, it would send a shiver of horror to them.

But I'm used to it. Worse, I love it. The best is when the victim screams at the top of his lungs and tries to struggle. Of course, she never succeeds. Which is even more hilarious. Knowing that you have the strength to do whatever you want is enjoyable.

Steafan gives me the honor of starting, with a nod of his head. The young woman is frightened, in tears and on the ground. Half-naked, she tries to cover her bare skin. Pieces of his torn clothes are lying on the ground. Poor thing. She would need comfort. That's not what I'm here for. Quite the opposite. Finishing your pain is the best thing you can do. A weak human like her wouldn't bear to see her aggression over and over again.

The former assistant of the boss we are trying to knock down, grabs the bottom of my black shirt. His voice begs for my help.

Crouching down at her level, I caress her cheek gently. I can see it perfectly. She's beautiful. Sensual, yet terrorized. I understand why human men crack easily. They are weak, helpless and. Yet another proof that humans are very weak.

In a few seconds, I manage to slit his throat. His screams gradually disappeared. The knife falls to the ground.

My lips approach the large cut. Holding her in my hands, I hold her close to me. My skin is finally pressed against it. His warm, delicious blood runs down my throat. I drink slowly. Savouring every centiliter.

"To me," my brother's voice ordered.

Already. The minutes went by too fast for my liking. I would have liked to finish it. But all good things must come to an end. I'd find many other succulent humans.

Cynthia Ryce. Yes, it smells really good. I don't doubt for a second the feast I'm going to make for myself, when it's in my clutches.

I don't like the scene before my eyes. The three friends laugh at their; They bite and hit humans. I don't have to be a soothsayer to know how it's going to end. They will drain them of their blood, cut them up and bury them. Keeping, of course, a few bones for their collections.

Steafan will make sure that the traces of the culprit are accessible to investigators.

With nothing left to do, I opt to go back. I have other things to do. Like finishing my novel, which I've read a dozen times.

I enter the alley lit by a street lamp. From where I am, I can only hear the grunts of my fellow human beings. The atmosphere is electric tonight. A bad feeling doesn't leave me all the way. Or maybe it's just that I'm worried that humans aren't sleeping. Anyway, I'm taking my time. The road is getting longer. Minutes go by. I drag my feet, thoughtful and worried about what we have just achieved. Will everything go according to plan? Having said that, you must make a reason for me; I have to go home and fast. My bad feeling haunts me. Then, maybe I'd even want to check out our guest?

I'm excited about that. I run at full speed to the manor. My smile doesn't go away. Now I'm getting a taste for something again! I go to his floor. Sharply, I stop. His door is open. The smell I smell makes my hair stand on end. Someone's with her.

Damn. Did she take what I gave her? If not, did she invite a man while we were away? Does she know why we're not here? I still have a lot of questions that bother me. But I don't have time to worry about it. To find out for sure, there's nothing better than going into your room.

I sneak in quietly and stay back. They don't see me, but before my eyes I see a hateful sight. The man, the boss, whom we are trying to take down, is there. Leaning over the young woman who was fast asleep. The thick blanket is pulled down, revealing her chest covered only by a thin black top. A muffled moan reaches me. Even though I know what he's doing, I move. Up to this point, from behind, I notice that he is holding his in his hand and that he is going back and forth. Her pelvis approaches the human's face. With his free hand, he opens her mouth and pushes his finger in.

My eyelids instinctively close in anger. A bad grin betrays feelings, which I shouldn't have. The sound of spitting makes me growl. I'm going to throw myself at him and bump into him. It shouldn't be there, touching our prey.

When my eyelids open again, I am horrified to see that he is straddling his belly. His is between her bare breasts. He thrusts his pelvis to jerk off, holding the girl's breasts. When Steafan finds out, he will change his plan and kill him. In the meantime, he's not here. If I don't do anything, it's going to fall on me.

The man lets go of her breast to open her mouth wide. I can already see the scene coming. He's going to put his in her mouth to ejaculate. Without question, I fly up to him. I pull her hair back sharply and pull her apart. With my hand over his mouth, I stop him from yelling. Its smell is hideous. It reeks of sweat. Fear is palpable. He knows he won't get out of here alive.

Without expending any energy, I take the man down to our living room. I leave for a few moments to come back with ropes and a chair. He doesn't have time to understand what's happening to him, before he finds himself sitting and tied up. My hand grabs her greasy hair and pulls it back. He growls, teeth clenched but doesn't take his eyes off me.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," he said angrily.

"You know you've just made a fatal mistake?"

My intonation is perfect. He knows I'm right. I see it in the glow of his green eyes. He's scared.

He wasn't afraid, though, a few minutes before, to assault a sleeping woman!

"You... You're killing my..."

"No," I contradicted him. "We don't kill anyone. On the other hand, you have just entered my house illegally. As a bonus, you just assaulted my guest. What must I do? I'm waiting for my brother to choose? Or do I stumble on you now?"

My words make him swallow. He knows I'm not kidding.

He stutters several no's. My mind wanders between several options. Hang him with his guts, make him eat his limbs one by one or throw him out of the window and run him over with my car.

It's impossible to choose!

He's waiting for my choice. I'm dragging things out. For the pleasure of seeing him piss on himself. Because yes, a disgusting smell rises in my nose. His fear is so great, he can't hold back.

With my phone between my fingers, I type a message to Dam. My only friend I trust.

Keith: My friend, I'm sorry, but the next time we go hunting, you'll stay at the manor. I just met Feargus McKinnon in Cynthia Ryce's room.

Seconds pass, my eyes don't leave the screen for a single moment. I hear Feargus trying to break away. In vain.

Dam: There's no problem. I'll do as you ask. Do you want me to take care of the human? That I'm keeping a very close eye on the young woman?

Keith: No. I'll take care of it. That's right. Take a closer look. It must not escape us.

My attention turns back to the bound man. His eyes are red and tears are streaming down his cheeks. He should have thought about it before. Now it's too late.

I take a single step in his direction. No idea if he's aware of our secret. If so, it doesn't matter. In a few minutes, there will be nothing.

The smell goes up my nose. It is despicable. I'm going to tell him the sentence, but I hear Steafan coming back. Soon after, the heavy wooden door slams shut. His footsteps are getting closer and closer. Feargus' eyes widen in amazement.

Oh. I had forgotten that we were in a bad state. I look around and notice that the victim's blood has stained my shirt. Nothing too serious since she's black, but for my brother it's different. He wears a brown T-shirt and navy blue jeans. What an idea not to wear black when going hunting! Now he has to face the disgusted gaze of our intruder.

Steafan stops at my level and looks at me.

"Feargus broke into our house while we were walking about," I said, in a gloomy tone. "I found it in Ryce's room. He assaulted him, but I stopped him before he went too far."

Steafan browned. Unhappy with what I tell him, his lips pursed. With calculated slowness, he leans over the man. His hand rests on the human's shoulder. I stand tall as an i, eager to see what will happen.

"A person like you is not a man," he said, between his teeth. "You're still a well-known person, important to some. You allow yourself to behave like an animal. What do you think people will say?"

No response. Feargus' mouth trembles with fear. No sound comes out of it. He's drooling, even. It's kind of funny to see it like that. He was a braggart not long ago. Now he's not being clever.

But what did he believe? How did he get in? What would have happened if the girl hadn't been drugged?

Steafan liberates the human.

My jaw drops, dazed. He leaves him alive. My brother straightens up, watching the man run away. I turn away and go after him. With me, they don't get a second chance.

"No," Steafan told me bluntly. "Let him go."

I turn around. Let him go? Did he fall on its head?

"What's wrong? Do you realize what he did?"

I'm screaming. My voice echoes through the room. It doesn't seem to surprise my little brother. Quite the opposite. He smiles, which I recognize very well. He's proud of himself. To have understood something coming from me.

"It's all right. I wish you would take a step back. Not just about the situation, but about our guest. Overprotecting our prey is not good."

There you have it, I was sure of it! He had to doubt me.

"Stop your, Steafan. You know very well that I have been holding back since he arrived. It's hard."

He doesn't seem convinced. Too bad. I don't care. The most important thing is to find the human being.

Steafan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. Her black pupils are resting on me and won't let go. He probes me. Try to read me. Finally, he is reassured by my intentions. He walks past me and shakes his head.

"He has a wife, doesn't he? White card."

Ok. I'm thrilled with this announcement! I'm going to be able to have a little more fun.

Without wasting any time, we pursue the smell of the human. She leads us to her house, which is right in the middle of the city. At this time, there is little chance of running into a neighbor. Everyone is asleep, so if his wife screams, no one will hear her.

His house is near the pub. I'm even amazed to see that it's always open in the middle of the night. Are there really people drinking? I guess so. The human species will always amaze me.

Silently, we sneak into the house. Steafan finds the man, who was trying to sneak noiselessly into his sheets. I turn away from them and enter their daughter's room. Everything is plunged into darkness. The human heartbeat goes slowly. His breath is heavy.

My footsteps, though indiscreet, do not wake her. Before my eyes, the girl sleeps peacefully. Her face is soft. Her hair is blonde, her mouth is fleshy.

My hand grabs the sheet and pulls it out. The seventeen-year-old girl named Lorna is in a nightie. It doesn't really have any shapes, but that doesn't spoil anything. Either way, she will be a collateral victim.

Hitting is already repugnant to me, when I raise my fist. The meagre compassion I have for the kid is quickly replaced. If I don't take care of it, Steafan will. With him, it will be very different; more violent and without an ounce of regret.

The first blow hits his forehead. I am inspired by what I experienced as a human. Rage quickly takes hold of me and my blows are heavier.

She wakes up. I can feel it. His breathing is getting faster. A cry rang out in the room, followed by others below. At first, I put my hand against her mouth. She struggles hard. Having run out of patience, I suddenly turn her over on my stomach. My hand presses her face against her face. Her muffled cries are mixed with tears. I hope she didn't see me, plunged into darkness. Otherwise, she won't blame her father and they'll have to kill her.

To calm myself down, I imagine Cynthia Ryce. Yes, she does. Our dear guest. She's the only one I want to make scream and cry with horror.

She responded to my ad. She came into my life. She's playing with me. The way he answers me displeases and excites me at the same time. That's why I want to do it for myself. Plus, his blood looks so appetizing!

I tug at Lorna's hair. His head tilts. Her crying continues. Phew, I didn't kill him with the last blow to his back!

A muffled moan from him is heard. His body tenses. She stops any attempt to push me away. Her muscles are shaking and she is gasping for air. My hand frees her hair. His body falls back onto his bed. My blows make him suffer martyrdom.

I hurry to clean his flesh with water and change his clothes with disposable gloves. Removing my fingerprints is important. Then I'll burn the scraps of cloth and the gloves. Because everything has to be perfect.

Steafan joins me with the man. The latter is barely conscious. My brother is coming up to me. He whispers to me what he has done. He made her drink and put his hands on bottles. This after he personally beat his wife with the bottles of alcohol lying around.

That's the plan. Accusing the man that he beat his wife and daughter. Then, have him accused of the other murders. Nothing too complicated.

Steafan carries Feargus to Lorna. He slides the man next to the girl, who hasn't moved since I stepped aside. I doubt she's even conscious yet!

My brother's powers are frightening. He's more powerful than me. That's why I agree to follow his orders. I refused, once. He had fun taking control of my body. That's the power I fear the most. Control others. Forcing them to do what they don't want to do.

Feargus grunts in pain, Lorna is unconscious.

Steafan controls the father, forcing him to lash a few punches with his hands. My brother is on his feet, focused. Nothing can stop it. Even if we were to be attacked, he would still be busy playing with his toy.

Might as well be honest, I'm disgusted by this. Because in real life, some parents abuse and hit their children.

Steafan and I can attest to that.