Why do they not accept my offers of help? Sasha thought to himself. Do they not realize that if I really wished them ill. I could probably kill them both here as they stood. He looked to the injured ghoul and then to the younger one. It wouldn't even be difficult! He was getting angry now.<br/><br/>Suddenly he changed to a large foreboding beast with deadly claws tensing as he turned back to them. He now felt the urge to kill. He began to speak, snarling as the words came from his mouth.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #90B0B0"> <span style="font-style: italic">"Your lucky I don't kill children and dying men. As your lack of gratitude has made me thirst for blood."</span></span></span>In truth he hated killing people who didn't do something to deserve it first. And ticking him off didn't qualify.<br/><br/>He then started sprinting down back alleys. He had a specific place in mind to quench his thirst. He was getting even more blinded by rage as he raced through the streets. It was becoming harder and harder for him to concentrate. Sasha wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from killing the first person who he came upon.<br/><br/>But finally he arrived at his destination. An apartment that belonged to a felon who was released a week ago. Sasha had tracked him down and planned to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't go back to his old ways. But he was to desperate for blood to care if this man had truly changed.  He quickly ripped the wood door from it's frame making an awful crack as he threw it aimlessly behind him. It was too loud, a girl from the place next door had poked her head out to see what was going on. She screamed at the top of her lungs. He turned towards her, if she ran he would be able to do nothing but chase her down and kill her. Just don't run, go back inside.<br/><br/>She ran. His instincts kicked in, nothing would stop him now. He took only a few steps before pouncing. He landed right on top of her. She screamed as bones cracked from his weight. But he was far from finished. The beast started to tear into her, the screams soon ceasing as he continued to rip into her flesh. By the time Sasha gained control of himself there was little left. He just sat there over the woman's corpse. Why? Why am I like this? He thought to himself as he looked at the body in shame.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Kiyoko was hauling her prize back to her little hide away. When she heard the sounds of fighting going on. She shook her head. This is why I don't kill them out in the open. Screams and fighting can be heard by people, not to mention too much evidence gets everywhere. No, it was best her way. She thought, while picking up a man hole cover with her free hand and putting it to the side.<br/><br/>She then tossed the man into the sewer, it was good thing he was out cold. She jumped down after him. She then proceeded to take him to where she took all her bodies. A place that was not only hard to find, in this sewer system labyrinth, but had a gate she had placed several chains around. Even she would have a hard time getting in without her keys. She let herself in, then closed up, and went down one of the now inactive tunnels. This place used to have sewage running through it but due to some mishap these tunnels are now completely unused. Except by her of course. She took her mask off, now that she was safe at her home away from home.<br/><br/>She loved this place it always smelled of death. That was mainly due to the fact she only cleaned out the blood and guts from her work, every once in a while. The man groaned as she placed him in the middle of the floor. She waited for him to awaken so that she could see his expression while starting the process. This is the greatest thing in the world, she thought to herself as she was at the skinning part of the procedure. She only felt really alive while doing her work. She made a note that this man must have been in a prison at some point. For she recognized some of the tattoos from previous victims. The convict was fairly easy to take down though. He had tried to sneak up on her. But he was too loud and she took him out with a single blow of her predatory limb.<br/><br/>After she was finished, she packed the goodies into her two coolers ready to take them to her fridge until she could sell it. That's what she did with all her excess skin, sell it to other ghouls. And she could even get a reasonable price for the other parts as well. But of course she always gave her father the blood first and then sold the rest to any other vampires. She changed her clothes, and stuffed the dirty blood covered outfit into one of the coolers. She then picked up the two coolers and made her way back to a different part of the streets.<br/><br/>Another wonderful night, She thought to herself. But then her nose picked up the smell of blood. She peered around a corner to look at the source of the scent. She then saw a man who looked gravely injured, and a girl with a bag that just might be holding a body. Not that it was any concern of hers. Though she did need to go this way to go home. So might as well see what happened.  She took a breath, and put on her happy personality, the one she always used when talking to new people. And then walked out carting her coolers behind her. At first with a smile then changing to a sadder expression upon getting closer and turning to the man, she said.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Oh my, you look injured. Anything I can do to help?"</span></span></span>She then thought to herself, remember Kiyoko, people can often be abnormally emotional at strange moments. So she added a sympathetic look to her face. But she planned on going straight to the theater if they didn't ask for anything.