Scream Me to Sleep [open; M]

[Toshiya]

Erratic breaths sounded sharply within the confines of the alleyway as his mouth worked with lazy precision. His eyes had closed minutes ago to allow himself the luxury of smelling every bit of fear, musk and sweat coming from the one before him, to hear every gasp and whimper as he pressed for deeper penetration chasing the very last drop of crimson bliss long before it would be given. His head rocked from side to side drawing a quiver and whimper of pain. As if to apologize for the discomfort, Toshiya's hands smoothed down the quivering muscles of the other's sides. It would be over in due time. "Well well well, look what we have here boys, a couple'a faggots." The gruff sounding voice broke him out of the blissfully blank stupor. Reluctantly he pulled from the puncture wounds he currently nursed at sparing only a moment to run his tongue over the blood that stained the untouched flesh around them. Nice and neat. Empty brown eyes came to settle on the one who had spoken. "Am I interruptin your work there, bitch boy?" The man questioned with a malicious grin. Behind him two others stood, chuckling softly as every good idiot following lackey would.

Attention diverted, Toshiya stepped away from his dying victim. That last drop of blood would surely be wasted but not without consequences. "Looks like we offended'em boys!" A howl of laughter followed the exclamation. With his head thrown back, the stranger never saw the glint of metal slice through the air. As his laughter died down, he opened he looked over his shoulders questioningly. The one he so ruthless mocked stood back, watching in amusement as his eyes widened upon finding the two that accompanied him on his quest of humiliation on their backs slowly drowning on their own blood. Their deaths would not be quick but compared to the one left standing, their deaths would be merciful at the very least.

The rustling of the young man's trench coat called the paling man's attention forward. "N-no, y-you fucking stay back!" He yelled at the other as his stumbled backwards. A hand no larger than a woman's gripped the front of his shirt jerking him forward then down to his knees. "Please stop...I didn't mean it, man..." His words were cut off as the would be killer leaned down to run his tongue along the other's bottom lip. A hand was raised in retaliation ready to punch the youth. "Fucking faggo--" The verbal blow was stopped before it could be finished as something sharp and cold was slipped into the man's mouth.

"Considering I wear stilettos bigger than your dick and you're on your knees begging me to stop what I'm doing....then that makes you my faggot bitch, huh?" The soft tenor that spoke these words remained unchanged through the statement as he pressed the blade against the man's inner cheek relishing in the whimpers that came in response. His free hand reached into his coat brushing past his bear chest to find the inner pocket. From his pocket to the unfortunate man's mouth, he placed a small capsule. "Swallow...I would hate to have to cut that pretty face of yours." He lied as he tilted the blade so that the tip dug into the other's flesh more. Toshiya watched as the other complied readily. Once it was clear that the tablet was down, he flicked his wrist. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of splattering blood as he bought his dagger to his lips. His tongue danced along the metal as he listened to the man scream in agony as he clutched his cheek.

"So loud..." Toshiya frowned disapprovingly as he approached the toppled man again. Using his boot, he stepped onto his throat lightly. It would take only a few minutes for the cyanide in the capsule to take affect. In the meantime, he wanted the peace and quiet of a man suffocating to listen to.

[Toshiya]

Beautiful Cherry Red.

He took a moment to marvel at the color as the pulse beneath his boot began to still. Toshiya slowly lifted his foot then gently replaced it on the ground beside the corpse. Though it would be cooling soon, it would continue to hold that passionate hue that only over-oxygenated blood could create. He crouched slowly with a small chill raising along his skin at the cool press of his leather boots against his bare legs. His hand graced the man's cheek lightly. Now that the stranger wasn't on about homosexuality, he could see that he had relatively handsome features. His touch contued along the other's face tracing the strong jawline to stop at a dimpled chin. Once there, he gave his wrist a semi rough flick. Rigamortis had yet to set in yet. This allowed the haed to roll to as Toshiya wanted. That little detail caused the smile on his face to tug at the edges adding onto the porcelain doll like expression. The blade he'd licked clean was carefully tucked away as he lowered his head to the exposed reddened neck. Pale lightly purpled lips peeled back revealing perfectly white teeth. Amongst those teeth sat a pair of one and a half inch fixed fangs. Just beside each fang was a smaller quarter inch fang.

Those fangs sunk deep into the dying flesh. Toshiya turned his head from side to side slowly tearing the holes his larger fangs created bigger. Slowly, blood began to fill his mouth. Only a small amount was taken. He had learned a few nights ago what hyperoxygenated blood effected his already dead body. While it may have enhanced his brain functions, it had turned out to be the equivelant of a human standing too quickly. As the mild brain rush set in, Toshiya settled back on his heels. His hand raised to his mouth gathering what blood had clung to his lips with his fingers. While he waited for his stability to return, he lazily licked the digits clean.

Moments later he stood straightening his trench coat over the portion of his thighs that wasn't encased by his boots. Pulling his finger from his mouth with a 'pop', he stepped over the corpse and out of the alleyway. His brightened brown eyes scanned the streets as he took down one along the sidewalk. It was a beautiful night to be out and about even with the chill. The sky was clear and the breeze light bringing with it a faint promise of rain.

His head turned upward as his hands laced behind him. The look on his face was completely innocent though his thoughts were. How would he try to kill Seppuku today? How would his next victim die? The questions present themselves one by one leaving him to wonder. He didn't want either answer to either question to be as peaceful as dying in one's sleep. Nothing too violent that required him to put in too much effort nor to easy that would cause him to bore easily.

As he passed a kitchen appliance store, he lowered his attention to what was on display. A potatoe peeler caught his eye. "Hmm..." He hummed thoughtfully. A hand was placed on the glass with each finger tilted so that razor sharp nails pressed against the surface. Pressing lightly, he swiveled his hand left as far as it would go then right as far as it would go. The action was repeated several times before a perfect circle of glass feel into the store setting off the store's alarm. Undeterred, Toshiya reached in plucking the shiney item from its spot. As he inspected it, he turned to continue on his way.

One answer down, one to go.