Blood. It was everywhere, dripping from the ceiling. It was dripping from him. There was something about this...the feel of it...not the blood seeping through his clothes, not the stale smell in the air; it was the adrenaline rush it gave him, almost a drug high.

He stands in the middle of this mess; it's a hotel or something, the entire hotel, rooms and all. He was a busy man tonight and not even tired, what he wants...it's hard to get. Most of the women are dead. And not that it bothers him that much to fuck a corpse...he is a corpse, it's not much different. But it's too much work. Besides, most of the women are torn from their necks to their privates, blood and guts everywhere.

His hands are coated black, crimson streaks across his wrists where he's recently torn through someone. Stopping for a moment, he turns his head to one side. Oooh...someone's still alive. He's not making that mistake anymore.

Shaking his head, he moves towards the moaning one, taking a step, holding his foot over the man's rib cage before watching him gasp for breath, he only does it once or twice before choking and vomiting up blood. Lowering his leg, he smirks a little and kicking the man until his face is completely gone, disfigured, bones crushed, blood and muscle tissue spilling out. His brain matter was sliding out onto the ground.

Laying his head back for a moment, he unzipped his pants, urinating on what was left of this man, not that there was much. Fixing himself after a moment, he turned and walked back to the middle of the room, either looking for something left, or deciding to leave.

The glass doors of the hotel were painted, completely in drying blood and body tissues. The windows were as well, the carpet squished under his steps, he paused for a moment, walking up to the front desk and hopping onto the desk and looking over all he'd done. That was very nice.

Erin had been watching him create his havoc, out of his view even his mind. She shook her head at all the blood and moved out from her hiding place her eyes going to his face.

"Get down."

She moved across the floor not caring that she was getting blood on herself it wasn't like this bothered her hell she was turned on.

She stood by the front desk her head turned back looking up at him standing there.

"Come here."

Her voice was hard rough like she was angry but David should know by now that she wasn't that she was just that hot and damn she was aching for him.

He raised an eyebrow, watching her as she moved out. So someone was still alive, there was so much death in the air, he could barely tell. Smirking a little he slipped off the desk, standing in front of her.

"Make me."

He was covered in a lot of things, not just blood. He stood still, his hands at his sides, watching. She wasn't angry, he knew by now. He wanted to play...by his rules. She smirked, moving closer to him, her hand slipping against his face pulling him to her, she kissed him pressing her body up against his. Her fingers gripped into his hair holding him to her, lips parting, her tongue running out over his lips.

He smirked a little, pushing against her hard. His hands moved to her back, kissing her, tugging on her bottom lip, his eyes were black, they weren't their usual brown. Something was up, or maybe it was the amount of pained and frightened people that he 'fixed.'

His hands gripped her shirt tightly, if he pulled away, he'd likely take her shirt with him; though that was the point. He picks her up, his hands slipping around her legs, looking up at her for a moment. Heh.

He didn't scare her; he did the opposite to her. Dammit she moaned softly as he bit her bottom lip her fingers still in his hair the other gripping onto his shoulder.

She felt him lifting her up and her eyes opened her lips leaving his blood on her face her clothing from him, she didn't seem to notice her eyes were on his, her fingers slipped against his neck, her nails not breaking the skin but coming close.

It was strange, he wanted to tear through her, there was really nothing stopping him from doing it either, but he did, his mouth was open, he wasn't kissing her, God only knows what he was doing, he wasn't even sure. He wanted her; he wanted her blood, her body, everything, and all at once.

He's got her against the wall, hands under her skirt, fingers playing with her. His eyes never left hers; he's talented with his hands. Grinning slightly, he leans down, breaking the gaze as he bites down on her right breast. Damn wanted her in his mouth. He looked back up at her, slightly annoyed. He wasn't past tearing through it.

Erin, smirked her eyes on him as his fingers found her, her eyes closing as she gripped onto his shoulders now her nails biting into his skin and letting her body arch towards him.

Ouch...she raised a brow at that annoyed look and she moved her hands pulling her shirt from her body tossing it to the ground her fingers moved against his chin.

"I won't stop you....take what you want."

Bad girl, bad words to say; smirking a little he extended one of his claws, his body holding her against the wall as he moved his hand. Running it across the collar and chest of her shirt, as he moved down the cloth fell open. Sharp ass nails. He smirks a little and shortens them again, going back to playing with her, she liked might as well.

He bit down on her breast again, not really biting, more like sucking. He started to pull back from her, only to stop and nip, with the fangs on one side of his mouth, her nipple, teasing the skin.

She watched him, her shirt falling away from her body. Her head rested back against the wall. She wanted him to...yes...she sucked in her breath as he sucked on her nipped, her fingers gripped his shoulders her nails biting in.

Her legs pulled him closer to her body she wanted him to hurt her. Her body was shaking with the want of him. She was a Summers she was from that family that he had wanted to sink his claws into. And he could have his claws as deep as he wanted them.

"You want me?"

He set her down suddenly, stepping back and crossing his arms. The couches, the beds, nearly everything in the building was soggy, red and hot, a bit like him at the moment. didn't care if they fucked on the floor with they rest of the bodies, it was something, and it was still his game.

She raised a brow slightly as he set her down, rolling her eyes at him.

"Would I be here if I didn't?"