A/N: Hello again :) Killjoy here. Just so everyone knows, the way this new character is described may or may not make him sound like a vampire, however, that is not what it is about. He is not any sort of bloodsucker, sparkly or non. Just your lovable little murderous beast :) Enjoy!

Song: The Sharpest Lives -by- My Chemical Romance

Chapter Three

Monsters

At this very same time, across the great mountain valley, a storm of a different sort was brewing.

In the heart of a young rogue lion, the storm intensifies.

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Passion, pure fiery passion. It ebbed and flowed from her pulsing veins, erupting forth in scarlet sheets of liquid satin that trickled down her body. So sensual, so intimate, was this feeling that consumed him, made him lust for more. His powerful jaws sunk into the tender flesh, his ears against her soaking neck, hearing those faint fleeting gasps for air, the muffled pleading, so much like echoes or resounding memories. Nothing compared to this amazing sensation, and he reveled in the feeling. He could hear it now, the frantic beating of her heart, growing more desperately rapid until it finally began to slow.

The beats came few and far between now, as her head rolled to the side, and hit the ground with a soft thud. Her eyes lost the glow to them, became lifeless and glazed. They stared, forever transfixed on some unseen thing in the distance. Where was it—ah, there. He heard it. The last beat.

Slowly he unclamped his jaws from around her sweet soft neck, and flicked his tongue around his muzzle, cleaning off the blood. He gave her his last regards, and began to stray away from the body. He did not commit such a crime of killing another lion for the body, for the food he was starved of. No, he killed simply for the pleasure, for the sport of it, and for the thrill it gave him.

But soon he would grow tired, simply bored of this place, as he did with all the past camps he had made. The silvery glow of a starlight night, yes that was his only friend. But here in this land of the sun, he had many enemies. He longed for the night, to feel the sweet caress of her blackness once again.

So he came to a decision, as he stumbled about in his murderous euphoria. A decision that, although he was not consciously aware of it, would ultimately lead to the best and last days of his vile and beastly life.

He longed for the darkness, so there he would go. He would follow the night into her very own domain.

He would go to the Outlands.