"... The families are still looking frantically for their loved ones. If you have any information about the whereabouts of these people, please call-" He unplugged the radio, letting the cord hit the plush Persian carpet with a soft thud. He grunted before continuing to the giant window  overlooking the once living town he cherished so much. 50 years has passed since the last house closed it's doors for the final time. 50 years since he last saw his family, who had died off already, children included. But Nikolas Alexander was still young and spry in body, his spirit had long been wise.

Stop.

He shook his head vigorously. Tapping his temple, he decided he needed a drink. Yes, some fine wine would do just nicely. Straightening his dress shirt and slacks, he exited the lavishly furnished parlor and descended down the steel spiral staircase into the cellar. The temperature dropped, but the cellar was still fairly warm. It had to be, for his wine to reach its maximum flavor. He pushed back the large deadbolt on the door in front of him, and heaved it open. Chains rattled from the inside.

No, please!

He rubbed at his forehead, sighing. Crying echoed from the far end of his overly large cellar. Iron cages lined the walls, each containing a person. A person chained to the wall, fed by IVs that came through the walls to keep them alive. A plaque made for each cell. It included the person's name, blood type, date of abduction, and age at abduction. Each was blindfolded. He walked briskly down the damp walkway, hesitating at a few cell doors, but kept his trip down the walk. At the end of the walkway, a little girl sat in a purple dress, whose lace trimmings were stained yellow from sitting in her own urine. Her black hair was matted and greasy, and she cried softly to herself in a foreign tongue. Susan Lavigne, age 12-

PLEASE!

Nikolas kicked the cell doors, the clang echoing around him. Susan jumped and started crying harder. "Non! Pas moi... Maman! Papa, l'aide moi! MAMAN! PAPA!" he hauled her out of her stinking puddle, taking a handful of her dress and tearing it off of her. She struggled, but he held her firmly. "NON!"

NO! DAVID, HELP!

"I'm not DAVID!" he screamed. The voices still whirled in his head, calling him different names. Images flashing behind his eyelids as he bit down on Susan's soft flesh. Her blood poured easily into his mouth, and he began to devour her. Her mother, beautiful and young, going to buy her candy before Nikolas stole her straight from the store. The screams that echoed in his mind and in the cellar fused with each other. He tore away at her shoulder, her neck, until all she could do was gurgle as he ate her. His fingers dug through her weak flesh, erupting into her abdomen and spraying red all over the stone floor. He slipped his fingers along the slick large intestine and felt his way through her body. Smiling, Nikolas drank her ruby essence while feeling her from the inside. She had slumped into him, alive but just barely. 

YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!

"STOP IT!" He screamed. He threw the remains of little Susan to the floor, a heap of legs and only half of her torso. He fell to his knees, his trousers soaking up the blood. Pressing his fists into his temples, as if he could somehow push the voices out of his head. "GO AWAY!" He screamed.

You shouldn't have read those books, Nik. Those books, full of horrible deeds done by beasts of foreign lands. Uncharted lands. Those aren't men, women, or children. They are the spawn of the devil. Consuming their own.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, MOTHER! IT GRANTED ME POWER!"

Is this power? You ate us, Nikolas. You succumbed to a desire only the devil could provide.