I put my hands on the dark oak desk and pushed myself outwards, gliding my chair far enough along the short black carpet, just far enough away so that I could stand up. I did so, stretching my arms up before dropping them down and feeling instant relief.
I sigh, striding out of the comfort of my pitch black room and down the dark halls of my mansion. The Hallside Mansion, home to me, The 'witch' of London, or as I prefer, Elizabeth.
I let my feet carry me to the East Wing, an area of the mansion that wasn't included in the tour. I reach the end of the hall, being face to face with a thick metal door.
I enter a pin into a security pad and push the door open with ease.
I walk into the room and turn on the light to see my meals displayed, each chained to the wall with thick titanium chains. My eyes travel around the room until they lock with a young man. I pick up a file out of the rack "Elson Emmers" I say, keeping eye contact with him "Raped 106 females, 65 of which were under 16. You killed 93 of your victims and the others were all under 16 and committed suicide after you sold them to your friends".
I put the file back and walk slowly to him, removing the cloth from his moth to allow him to speak.
"Bitch, you're gonna get killed when you're found" he spat. I tutted at him, digging my finger nails slowly into his neck, allowing blood to catch on my skin and some to roll down his collar bones. I smile at the sight "the prison sent you here to clear space, so I'm fine" I sigh.
I lick the blood hungrily, taking in the sweet scent before saying "anyway, it's not like they know how to kill vampires".
