Douma

It was Taisho-Era Japan. Douma had been traveling around a new town, pretty girls were everywhere. His mouth watered at the thought of eating their delicate, soft skin, to hear their bones crunch. He walked past a group of girls, his mouth salivating at the smell of their delectable blood. He paused, hearing them speak fearfully. Girl 1: "Eeeeeeek! I heard that 20 guys have gone missing in the last three months.!" She squealed fearfully, clutching her bag tightly Girl 2: "Yea! I heard that too! The last place they were seen was the old abandoned building near the forest!" Her eyes widened and flitted back and forth between the group Girl 3: "How scary!" She tightly hugged herself as the group scurried away Douma smirked as his eyebrows raised curiously. Missing people? How fun~ Douma thought to himself as he walked cockily through the crowd. His kaleidoscope-like eyes glistened excitedly. His blonde hair had red and black pattern at the top near his roots. It was near evening when he finally stopped in front of the abandoned building that the girls had been talking about earlier. Suddenly, a loud blood curdling scream from inside the building. Doumas eyebrows shot up to his hairline. He curiously walked inside, as soon as he walked in, his mouth watered smelling all the blood. Lines of blood dragged across the hallway floors. He followed the blood streaks into a room. Another scream rang out, a high pitched tortured scream. He loked inside and saw a man, drenched in his own blood. And there was also..... you. Doumas breath caught in his throat, you were beautiful... no, stunning.... no, heart-stoppingly sexy. He watched with interested eyes as the scene played out before him. He decided to stay back and watch The man: "p-p....please...." The man's brown hair was matted to his head from all the blood. His bright green eyes, wide with horror as he watched you