A/N: So, this is another experimental story. All dialogue. It's named after Helena by My Chemical Romance. And I don't know or think that there's any actual fact to the blood thing, so don't call me on it, please.
"What's your name?"
"You should know that already."
"I didn't do my research. Just…tell me, kid, please."
"Kid. Hah. Fine. Vaas Schneiderman."
"That's funny. Name, please."
"Zane Hayward. Happy?"
"Yeah. God, you serial killers…impossible to get things out of you."
"Is that what they're calling me? A serial killer?"
"Are you denying it? Because the officers that brought you in witnessed you fuck a guy, kill him, and eat his heart—and then they found a lot more bodies in your basement. Beginners mistake—always hide the bodies somewhere else, kid."
"I'm not a beginner. And I didn't eat his heart."
"You'd be a lot more believable if there weren't dried blood on your face."
"Okay, fine, I ate his heart. But it was an experiment."
"Wait, but let's go back—if you don't consider yourself a serial killer, then what do you consider yourself?"
"What kind of scientist?"
"The kind that specializes in eternal youth. I don't know the term."
"Because there isn't one. C'mon, kid…why do you need eternal youth? You're still young. Now you're gonna rot the rest of your life away…you had a chance."
"Ah, you don't understand—it's not for me. It's for her."
"And who's that?"
"That doesn't matter."
"Well, Zane, I think it does."
"Call me Mr. Hayward."
"You don't deserve to know."
"…alright. Fine. We'll move on. So. You're a scientist, huh? How did this all start—start from the beginning."
"I was fifteen. My mom made some comment—offhand. Said Helena was getting weak. She was dying. That was a fact, but hearing her say it just was painful. I knew I had to do something."
"So you started killing…why?"
"I read somewhere that blood kept people young."
"Vampirism…yeah, that makes sense with the condition of the bodies that were found."
"You would learn a lot more if you didn't interrupt me so much."
"Right, sorry, continue."
"I killed my father first. He was building my little brother a treehouse outside, and I went outside…to help him, and I just…"
"Broke his neck. Made it look like he fell. And after the funeral, just before he was cremated, I took blood. Not a huge amount. It was my first time. I had to start slow. I didn't take much, just a shotglass full—there was enough left for Helena. And it did make me feel younger. Healthier. And I gave the rest to her, and that day she told me she felt better. She was sad about dad. But she was always sad."
"Did you feel any remorse, Zane? Patricide is massive."
"No. Everything I've done…I did it for her. I didn't feel bad about taking his life for hers."
"You must really love this Helena."
"You could never begin to understand."
"I killed a few more times between dad and mom…I thought junkies would be a good idea, as they're often alone, and if I was careful I could make it look like a needle went into their eye naturally. But I can't believe I was that stupid—their blood was poisoned. I couldn't give that to Helena. It made me sick, it would probably kill her."
"So who did you kill?"
"Bullies. Whores. People that wouldn't be missed."
"And…you killed your mother, too?"
"I did. August was gone, I made it look like a kitchen accident."
"My brother. By then I was eighteen. I could take care of him."
"And you kept killing?"
"Of course. I couldn't let Helena just…die. That's why you need to let me go. I need to help her, you don't understand."
"We can't let you go, kid. You're way too dangerous. Go back to your other kills."
"Okay, fine, that's...after mom and before August, right?"
"You killed your brother, too?"
"I don't like talking about that."
"Well you're gonna talk about it."
"Not yet. As I was saying, after mom, I started going out…you know. Partying? I would meet guys—and girls too, it didn't really matter to me—and then I would kill them and take their blood."
"After fucking them?"
"You're one sick psychopath, y'know that?"
"I think I'm more of a high-functioning sociopath."
"So you didn't take their heart?"
"No. Last night was the first time."
"Wait—just another question, then you can start talking about your brother. So…did you take blood for yourself, or just for Helena?"
"I took blood for myself, yeah. Only a shotglass full each time, though. She needs it much more than I do."
"But you ate the heart."
"It sounds so crude and cannibalistic when you say it like that. Yes. I didn't know what effect it would have."
"Okay. Now you're gonna tell me about August."
"I don't think I will."
"You're going to tell me about August."
"Fine. August…August was an accident. I…I lost my temper. He…I was out, and when I came back I couldn't find him. I was looking, and I found him in the basement, looking at all my kills, and when he heard me, he turned—backed away. Like I was some kind of animal. Some monster."
"I explained why I was doing it. He asked…about our parents. And I said that I had killed them, and August…he attacked me. I didn't…my reflexes…I just…shoved him off of me, and his head got whacked, and it was like dad—"
"You broke his neck."
"I didn't…I didn't mean to, I loved August. Helena is everything to me, but August…August meant a hell of a lot too."
"Kid…aw, God, kid, stop crying."
"I didn't take August's blood. Couldn't. But after…I just threw myself into the killing. Because I couldn't lose Helena too."
"Who is Helena?"
"Please, don't do anything to her. She had nothing to do with this."
"She's my sister. My little sister. I had to protect her. She's dying. Cancer. And maybe the blood can't stop it, but it can make her feel better."
"Kid…I think we're gonna have to put you in a mental hospital. I don't know how to break this to you."
"I just looked her up."
"Don't tell me she's dead."
"No. She's never existed."
A/N: She was just his mechanism for justifying his killing, in case you were wondering. All feedback is appreciated, and non-RG reviews will be returned.