{The sky was like a poisonous shower of half fulfilled dreams and tattered canvas lying on the misbegoten bedchamber of some long dead whore.Los Angeles was boring, fashion here was blasse and the people were even more... Passed their time. The night cries were coiled whimpers, the passion filled screams were now dumbwitted whispers, and there was not a clean drop of blood left.}

{Plastic. Synthetic. Drug induced. Blood had become just as unclean as its back alleys and ruined tenements. It was time to leave, but not after unveiling my piece de ristance!}

{La Cita Bar. Christ only knows how I ended up here in the first place. This whole.....rock thing has always confused me. Everyone here is absolutley harrowing. I suppose if i were human reduced to socialize in a sardine can with a neon sign pinned to the door I would look like i bathed in new york storm drainage too. And it smells like absolute...well just Absolute. And as I stand here I grow more and more uncomfortable with the fact that I looked like a Gianni Versace model and my counterpart an absolute goddess of course. Though she is leaning into me as if the corset I so painstakingly placed on her body is restricting the blood flow to her major organs (Ha that is). I nudge her off of me and stare her into an upright standing position....Pain is power and beauty is pain humanoid. My word I do wish she would learn me. Looks are coming my way and i greet them with an equally cold stare. Part of me wants to leave I mean Reeeeally....to be seen with the trash...What sin is worse? I am startled out of my thoughts with an insanely loud guitar rift coming from the still darkened stage. When the lights come on i realize how small this place really is. And how sad no one thought to redecorate after the 70's. The place is floor to ceiling wood paneling...E-W. and the floor. I cant tell if it is really gray or that is really what a cesspool of bacteria looks like. Anyway. Im taken aback by the sheer beauty of the lead singer. His only flaw the track marks running up his right arm like so many stains on the carpet.}

{It was stirring, haunting, although... still bad. The music was not to his taste but the lyrics... They were beautiful! Alexander had been tormenting the city of Los Angeles for almost three years now, perhaps more. The police had deemed the threat merciless. The media simply called it The Haunted Lover. A nickname he rather favored. Serial killing was not his forte but he couldn't help but share his beautiful works of art. With barely a vampiric community to speak of in LA he was stuck hiding his artwork and that simply wouldn't do.}

{I couldn’t stifle the sigh. What a waste that one cannot see his true potential without the help of street pharmaceuticals. Ahh well all the better to blind you with my dear. Cherish looked over at me as if she knew what it was that I was thinking. She was in rare form tonight and I was proud. How good it was for her to put my plans in action before I had to sit here and waste time speaking. She glided over to the side of the stage swaying her hips and throwing back her head as if in complete rapture, blending effortlessly in with the crowd around her. Im hide my smile and work my way through the filth to lean against the stairs at the backdoor. I have to make sure i can still see him for christs sake and judging by the redundant "UGHHS" and "OOOMS" the song is about to come to a grinding hault. I peek at my watch 1:15am. My does the night fly by. Regardless, I knew I had enough of it left before sunrise.}

{I develop something like tunnel vision when the song ends, and the crowd cheers.....because it was then that i caught his eye. Or one of the damed things anyway. I had him then I knew because even as he looked away and began to exit the stage I got the good ol double take. It was that time to make a move. I walked out of the rear exit and waited in the shadowed doorway of the adjacent building. My patience was about to reach its limit when the door swung open and out came a laughing Cherish and a no name lead singer of a no name band. And my patience returned. Behind him were his band mates. High as kites in the sea air. They proceeded down the alley with their instrument bags and my dear sweet Cherish, and eventually into a van that sped off recklessly I might add. I waited there still even as others left the bar 20 minutes till 3.}

{I find my way toward the side of the street to my bike my mind is telling me to head north and so I do, completely ignoring the fact that there are indeed traffic laws on this here earth. For the moment I do not care either way. I am pumping with imaginary adrenaline and positively aroused from my own rebelliousness. An apartment complex comes up before me and I am compelled to stop. There I spot the same van from the alley way but I am not surprised.}

{I receive a text that simply says.} “come come”.

{By god she is starting to sound like me and I must admit. I am annoying…my flaws aside I speed past the complex as if id simply been meaning to make a turn. 5 blocks off I park inside of another group of studio apartments. If i had a heart beat, this is the moment it would be racing; just as I neared my canvas, slithering my way through to the complex where my last gallery piece would be displayed. I see Cherish making her way gracefully down the stairs staring at the darkness where i am hiding.}

{She wispers through the air.} "I left the door unlocked lover."

{I emerge from the shadows and take her altered form into my arms. I kiss the nape of her neck as my hands make their way down to the small of her back. With her anticipationn peaked I loosen the string on her corset and hand her my keys. She takes them with a sigh of relief pointing toward apartment 227 then kisses my stoney face before taking to the shadows herself.}

{I pause and stare up at the open window ceiling which appeared to me as the rusted gates of heaven. I suppose that will indeed be my inspiration. For those who forced me up at ungodly hours to go to mass and listen to the lifless unintelligable latin priests tell ME of all people that I, Alexander Key, was going to hell because my existance then and now was and is a sin..... Well wonderful fathers... This is for you.}

{im in a foyer looking over the dirty green carpet all but covered in radom debris that i do not compute. There on a mattress in the middle of the floor is my leading man and around him are the 3 others. Waxy skin, and untamed hair, their collected masses drooling and lying in their self induced comas. As I quietly approached them it felt like i floated over to his resting place and sat next to his slumped figure like the queen to my pathetic and beautiful king. I let my scalpel catch the the light from the street shining through the dimm and grimmy window before sliding it through the tendons in his arms.}

{He didnt even bat an eyelash. One by one i cut them to bleed dry...slicing here and tasting there. The beauty of it all was maddening!! When I no longer heard hearbeats i began to dance around the room removing their clothing and with that thier most valuable body parts. The wings on my king were difficult. The skin of the arm is far less pliable than it appears to be....the other two as well. Though they didnt have much the silverware worked wonders... and for the 3rd well.....that was a task in itself. To get him stuck upright took work. and his hands would just not stay in prayer! After fighting with it for a minute or two I solved that riddle fabulously. And in the end my art was worthy enough to earn me knighthood...don’t you think? Beautiful a puppet masters crucifixion i call it. Almost like the real thing!! The guitar strings were a bitch though. And Mary had to exit stage left. I had to stand back and admire for a moment before taking my leave. It will be dawn soon and I must have a bump before i sleep. Because i dont think even a vampire can rest with a raging hard on such as this.}

{It was dawn when Detective Sheena Myers was woken from a dead sleep, despite the grogginess she felt and the lack of coffee the minute she arrived at the scene she knew. She knew who had been here... The monster that stalked her sleep, the creeping thing that haunted her waking days... She had almost wished he'd visit her and end the misery he wrought. She sighed deeply before entering apartment 227.}

"What have we got Anders?"

"Well ma'am... Four dead. All members of a local band calling themselves Righteous Punk."

{She stopped a moment and looked at Anders.} "... And?"

{Anders stopped in his tracks. Looked at Myers and shook his head.} "Damn you know the fucker... Here, along with the... bodies... he left this."

{There they were. The lead singer was crucified, wearing a crown and all... His drummer and guitarist were made into, morbid, angels at his flanks... Their lead bass was kneeling before the crucifiction. No one but Myers and Anders were in the room, the other officers too horrified to look. Myers and Anders both had been torn... broken... They were but looking at a crime scene now, not people. She took the piece of skin that had been used to scrawl a few letters and looked.}

"My god... Its been a letter... He's moving, he must be."

"Myers? What are you-"

"Anders! Damn you look!!"

{She took out copies of the other pieces of skin left behind at the other crime scenes and put them side by side... The puzzle was solved, though not its maker.}

"Deprive thyself nothing in the pursuit of happiness, should you find it in your fancy to amuse a trifle trist do so! Should you desire the lusts of some young maiden, throw yourself upon her be she willing or no!! Dare I say you should do all it takes to bring a smile to your face, a warmth to your loins, and a passionate groan from your lips! Bare witness to my latest masterpiece and take with it his own voluptuous earnings! He was beautiful, they all were, and shall forever be in my gallery!!"

{The two detectives merely looked at each other and began to give orders. Stop planes, trains, any form of transport this monster would use to leave the city. Little did they understand Alexander's genius. Cuddled with a nice Russian lad upon the silken bed in his limo he was fast alseep and dreaming of a new place. Cherish drove to the appointed destination without even a glance from patrol officers. The road lead them to a city he had never been, well, once... When he lavished himself in dyed hairs, fancy parties, and club kids. Sure, the 80's were now dead but San Andriano couldn't have changed much. We'll see. In a short time, we'll see indeed.}

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