Once Yuviel mounted the elf Alexander stood up and left the truck, jumping out of it. He looked at the corpses scattered outside as screams started coming out from the darkness of the truck.
Alexander clenched his fists as cold sweat started going down his body. He walked over the blood stained grass, passing by a cut off head he stopped and looked at it.
Mouth opened and filled with still liquid blood, eyes like glass wide open that seemed like they're staring back at him. The screams from the truck stopped and were replaced by moans of pleasure.
Alexander clenched his fists to the point where his fingers started breaking the skin and going into the flesh, blood drops running down his closed hands. He kicked the staring head on the ground and sent it flying into the forest.
Walking around in circles for the next 10 minutes Alexander occasionally looked at Michael but having nothing to say just looked away quite fast.
Alexander walked to the truck and slowly walked over to the cabin, dragging his hand over the cover of the truck, leaving a thin line of blood on it as he passed by.
Grabbing his shirt from the inside he put it on, again, leaving it unbuttoned and floating behind him in the small breeze that started blowing.
He returned to the back of the camp and sat down next to a dead body, its blood flowing from the hole in chest to the other side of where Alexander was sitting.
Watching Yuviel get out of the truck and throwing away the body and thanking Michael, Alex remained sitting and looking at them. A drop of cold sweat ran down the left side of his head and fell down on his lap.
Alexander clenched his fists as cold sweat started going down his body. He walked over the blood stained grass, passing by a cut off head he stopped and looked at it.
Mouth opened and filled with still liquid blood, eyes like glass wide open that seemed like they're staring back at him. The screams from the truck stopped and were replaced by moans of pleasure.
Alexander clenched his fists to the point where his fingers started breaking the skin and going into the flesh, blood drops running down his closed hands. He kicked the staring head on the ground and sent it flying into the forest.
Walking around in circles for the next 10 minutes Alexander occasionally looked at Michael but having nothing to say just looked away quite fast.
Alexander walked to the truck and slowly walked over to the cabin, dragging his hand over the cover of the truck, leaving a thin line of blood on it as he passed by.
Grabbing his shirt from the inside he put it on, again, leaving it unbuttoned and floating behind him in the small breeze that started blowing.
He returned to the back of the camp and sat down next to a dead body, its blood flowing from the hole in chest to the other side of where Alexander was sitting.
Watching Yuviel get out of the truck and throwing away the body and thanking Michael, Alex remained sitting and looking at them. A drop of cold sweat ran down the left side of his head and fell down on his lap.