He had done it. No, this is not his first time; He had done it plenty of times in a dark, ominous alley, away from the passing eyes of the innocent. The sound of a bartender kicking out a reckless customer, car zooming by with people just wanting to get home, the sound of cheers of happy pedestrians letting loose for the night, drowned out his planned activities.
Romano stared at his victim and smirked. He pulled her hair up so that her face met his; a knife in his free hand tilting her chin up using the already bloodied end. He took a glance at the face before him. Her eyes were wide open with fear and emptiness stained on her pale face. His smirk grew wider as he brought the knife up to his lips. A pink muscle absorbed the delectable taste of the crimson liquid.
"You taste delicious, my dear [Name]," he whispered huskily into her ear as he cups her chin. He pauses and stares at her expressionless face. His frowns. "You know, It's impolite to stare, bella."
He stares waiting for an answer. Nothing.
"You are a beautiful girl and now look at you..."
He holds the head of his now dead girlfriend into the light of the full moon and admires it, blood still dripping from the detached neck. He chuckles and licks his lips.