It was late noon when Axel arrived; loud and full of himself, as usual.
I didn't particularly care for his visits. But I couldn't exactly throw him out, so I endured his rants, his dramatics, his complaints about life.
And then he said it.
"I kissed María José."
I froze.
For a moment, I wondered if I had misheard him. If the gods were playing some joke on me. If cameras were hidden somewhere and he'd shout "It's a prank!" later.
"Yeah. And, uh… I kinda bit her too."
My whole world fell apart at that. I felt pain like I had never known before right there in that organ that pumps my blood.
"And, uh… drank her blood."
What in the unholy hell?!
If I could have moved, I would have ripped him apart right then and there. I would have damned the consequences. I wouldn't have thought of the tranquility, pleasure, and bliss that awaited me when I achieved my revenge.
