Awake, pt. 6

He so desired to have a companion that could rival his own blood lust, his own lust for cruelty and brutality, that he almost mistook the feeling for general loneliness. A ridiculous idea he though. He looked through the prison records, but he could already here the riot degenerating around him do to him having murdered every correction officer within the facility. He heard the chaos and it gave him a feeling of glee.
There were many promising candidates on the list of thieves, rapists and, murderers. Still though, if he was going to travel the darkness with another man, he knew it would have to be a man capable of pure unadulterated evil, as the sexual gratification he received from Lilah would no longer come into play. He didn’t care about sex anymore anyways; he still liked it of course, but couldn’t disassociate it from violence. Sexual tendencies just seemed too human to him. Then, he found him. Gustav Zapotek, responsible for the rape and murders of 7 women before being arrested in Prague and sentenced to death, of which was going to be carried out within days. His psychological profile described him as, “intelligent but not overtly so, single minded in his approach to murder, incapable of forming real relationships, major sexually sadistic tendencies.”
Caligula made note of his appearance and cell and went to track the man down amongst the rioting. He stepped into the holding section of the prison and witnessed mayhem. Men all fighting for their freedom; killing and snapping and burning and cutting. Caligula felt intoxicated from the fear and confusion that pervaded his vision, and joined into the mayhem. He killed every prisoner that crossed his path, though he felt no real desire to feed off a bunch of mangy scoundrels. He mostly cracked necks, beat them to death or his favorite, ripped their throats out. Then, he saw Gustav. The man, short in stature, no taller then 5 foot 4, young, with Aryan blond hair and blue eyes, but with a deadened face, cold and emotionless, he was already devoid of humanity, and Caligula was jubilated with the thought of the Vampire that this man would make. Gustav was cutting a man’s neck with a piece of a razor, apparently for no reason other than to make the man suffer.
Caligula sped forth with blurry intensity; he had grown very fast and strong. He ripped Gustav’s victim from the predator’s knife and finished the job, biting into the man’s wound and drinking his surprisingly fruitful blood. He looked at Gustav, and for the first time in centuries, noticed the man felt no fear from Caligula’s presence, and his icy body felt warm from the realization.
Gustav looked at him, raising his knife, as if baiting him. Caligula grabbed him by his beck, and beat into his jugular vein, tasting the man’s evil as his blood flood from his neck. He let go, and threw Gustav on the ground.
“You feel no fear, you feel nothing?” said Caligula.
“I feel like I am dying, what are you?” said Gustav.
“You don’t have to die. You can come with me, and you can kill and rape and lust and take forever. No jail, no consequences, I can take out the pain and give you a new eternal life, all you must do is walk with me.”
“And if I saw no?” said Gustav.
“Then I leave you for dead, or to be butchered by these other rapists and criminals.”
Caligula noticed Gustav’s acceptance in his expression, and lunged his fangs forth and drained the man until his heart began to slow. He then cut his wrist with his fang, and fed Gustav. Gustav started hesitant, but seemed to enjoy the sheer bizarreness of the experience, and soon began to drink the blood like an alcoholic does whiskey. He died. But he would soon awake.