He will laugh at their pain.

His life was long yet his time was short.

Nothing could stop him now-he was too far gone.

His angelic face was twisted in anger and pleasure.

He was ready to make the changes necessary.

As white as his skin

His pale skin sparkles faintly in the moonlight.

The light reflecting casts eerie shadows across the room.

She still sleeps, unaware of the intruder outside her window.

Still the moon shines, making his presence known.

As red as his eyes

The blood trickles down his chin, leaving track marks in its place.

The thrill of the hunt excites him, but not enough to make him stop.

He runs towards the unsuspecting girls, ready to feast.

He leaves their artistically shaped bodies in places they can be found-perfect for a warning to the intruders.

As black as his heart

Nothing can stop him now. He feels no remorse, no guilt, no regret for what he is about to do.

He is untouchable and completely and utterly numb. Nothing reaches him.

Happiness is an unknown feeling-love nought but an idea, dreamed up in the wildest moments of his life.

He is unforgiving.

A shadow in the darkness.

He will dance on their graves.