Chapter Fifteen.

Andreas’ POV.

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The wail of my next prey instills me with insidious pleasure as I watch life seep out of her agonizing brown orbs to bring in its place a dim curtain of death. Tilting my head back with corrupt mirth, I run my tongue over my teeth and host a triumphant grin.

Tonight, like every other night since many centuries ago, another feeble human meets a gruesome end in my unmerciful hands. It’s funny, and I never get tired of it. How easily these pitiful creatures die.

Feeling the limp weight in my arms, I bring my gaze in a descent and stare at the pale woman with two black dots lying prominent against the smear of fresh blood on her neck. My corrupt excitement fades like a lie, and I begin to immerse my awareness more into the dead woman in my hands with her body already loose from its writhes of agony.

Their life is too fleeting that it’s satirical to watch.

However, as I leave her body on the cold floor of her kitchen and head out into the heavy downpour, I feel no emo