Page 147 of The Cute Psycho

One hand on a rifle, the other is resting by his side, his fingers slowly unfurling in a count.

One.

Two.

Three.

When I see the third finger, I drop my head low, gathering momentum and pushing myself back with as much force as I can muster before dropping low again.

In a split of a second, Vlad's gun is up, his finger on the trigger, the bullet whizzing past the top of my head and lodging itself into the man's forehead.

He drops to the floor with a thump, Vlad's languid steps taking him next to me.

"Hide," he whispers, and I waste no time in obeying.

He crouches low next to the fallen man, taking out a long blade and planting it deep into the man's chest.

The other men are at the back, just watching, their raised weapons for show as they no longer have any ammo to use.

I bet they never thought they'd need that many bullets for just one man.

Vlad's blade cuts through the skin, using the butt of the gun to smash through the ribcage until he has clear access to the heart.

No...

One hand wraps itself around the heart, yanking it out of the man's chest. The bleeding organ is still seeping blood, a trail developing as Vlad strolls along the warehouse, pumping the heart with his own hands.

"You thought to come intomyhome, and threaten what'smine?" His voice rings out—it's different.

There's an ominous quality to it, and even I react to the pure evil behind his mask. He's gone, or at least almost gone.

But as he brings the heart to his mouth, biting a big chunk of it, blood trailing down his mouth and horrified gasps echoing in the warehouse, I have my confirmation.

He's gone...

Dear God, but I don't know what's going to happen now. He's fought so much to keep himself under control, playing with the assailants to avoid a face-to-face confrontation that would result in bloodshed.

And now...

I watch in horror as his mouth widens into a malefic smile, his entire countenance changed. Sinister intentions ooze off him as he catches one man by the throat, raising him in the air with ease before bringing his head to the ground, smashing the skull with so much force the entire cavity breaks, brain matter leaking out.

He doesn't stop.

He keeps on smashing until there's little left than a mass of mangled brain and bone, both barely hanging to the body around the neck.

The other men try to flee when they see his true nature, their hands moving rapidly in the sign of the cross as they say prayers.

In vain.

One after another, Vlad chases them around. Masterfully wielding his blade, he cuts one man's arms, blood leaking down, a horrified expression on the victim's face. But Vlad's smile only widens as he uses the man's own palms to slap him around until he becomes bored, his victim already bled out.

Gathering his long blade, he stalks his next prey, cutting the man at the waist in such a smooth line, the torso immediately becomes separated from the lower part of the body, organs spilling out on the floor.

Vlad's laughter fills the room as he smears his face with the blood and entrails of the dead man.

I guess he wasn't kidding that he bathes in entrails.

Two more men are still up for grabs, both hiding around the room and trying to avoid Vlad's detection.

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