Snippet #2001363

Camelion

Camelion chuckled a little as Elle looked down. He opened the door with a small smile, crouching in front of her, and gently lifting her chin with his finger. "Well, what did you need Elle?" He tilted his head as he spoke, only partially paying attention to what he was saying. He vaguely noted that he didn't sound like his normal self as he spoke. There was a weird feeling that came with it, something he hadn't felt before....."I don't normally do this, but you seem like you would apprieciate being up there more than most....." He sighed as he spoke, "But how would you like to come and learn some of what I do?" His eyes flashed; he hadn't done much of anything that he found fun since he had spoken with Carmine, and he was craving the sight and smell of blood, the ragged, the sound peircing screams. The feel of sharp blades as they sunk slowly and dragged into his victims' skin.....