Author’s note: Finally got my computer up and running. Let me know what you think. If anybody likes this than I will post a second chapter.

The madness was slowly enveloping him. He knew he was a living breathing being. He knew he was human. But he felt utterly empty inside. He tasted the blood as it flowed down his face. He thought he felt a slight smile coming.

The room he sat in was cold and dark. It seemed to echo the inside of his mind. Slowly he stood to his feet. The ache in his bones was overwhelming. Sometimes when he looked at the body he felt a slight tinge of horror. But tonight he felt delight.

The huge gaping void inside himself felt complete for tonight. But he knew it would rip itself open again. The girl tonight had been pretty and innocent. She had an infectous laugh that seemed to fill the room. But now she was like every other girl he killed. Cold and lifeless.

He locked the door behind him and headed towards his car. The car looked dark and lifeless like him. He could feel the blood drying on his hands as he started the car. The drive home was quiet. It was deathly quiet. He felt as if he was the only one left on earth.

He saw his house looming quietly in the distance. He wanted nothing more than to get the blood off of his hands. He swore it was beginning to burn his skin. Silently he walked up the stairs to his bathroom. He turned the water on hot and watched as the steam started to fill the room.

The white porcelin tub turned a dark red as the hot water washed over him. He felt the blood start to burn more than the water. He licked a salty tear from his face as he dried himself off. This is when the human side of him kicked in.

Slowly he looked at himself in the mirror. Faded green eyes, piercing as the devil himself, were clouded by long wavy brown hair, started back at him. He could feel the sound of sleep calling to him. Slowly he walked into his dark bedroom and climbed into bed.

He breathed in deeply as he felt a soft delicate hand brush across his chest. “Lane.” his name was no more than a whisper on her soft pink lips. She was the only human thing about him.