It's a Cold Night

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan didn't go home as early as he used to, and he hadn't been receiving any complaints for it. They didn't miss him, and there wasn't any suspicion towards his activities, in whatever indulgent flavor they took. In fact, his lack of a moping demeanor meant he received less glances, and the other day, his mother had even praised him. This was, undeniably, a better situation for everyone.

So, he continued giving in to his desires without a care in the world. It was fantastically freeing. He felt like he was walking on air, when he simply loosened up a little bit. A miracle fix. It was true, certainly, that the people he involved himself with in this manner had gotten the short end of the stick, but he liked to consider it a worthy sacrifice, for a better functioning Logan. He was a good person, and brighter now. That, in turn, showed in his music, volunteering, and schoolwork. How could he see that as a negative thing? Everyone needed their stress relief.

He felt like some relief, and hummed, quite smiley and chipper, as he walked the Academy halls, peering in the windows and doors of classrooms for anyone else that might be out late. There was always someone, and when luck was kind to him, they were beautiful. He, like his father, only truly cared for the pretty ones.

Logan didn't mind the dark either. He had more than enough light in his veins to shine through and be untouched by it, no matter how much it tried to infect him, aura and looks untouchable.

When passing an empty classroom, he saw a flash of pretty hair, and took a few steps back, interest sparked. A little girl, with signs of more adult features settling in-- those of someone aware of it, as that was highlighted. How old? Fourteen? Couldn't be younger than twelve, at least. She was alone, and that was what truly mattered to Logan.

He lingered at the door, expression soft. He saw that she had headphones on, and simply waved at first, hoping she'd take them off when seeing him. "Um! Hello there," he greeted, tone suitably gentle. "I was heading home, but I… saw someone was still here. Studying late? I had music club projects." He tapped his cheek, smile sheepish. "Everyone else went home, kind of left me alone. You too, maybe? Would you… want to walk to the gates, with me? The school staff always says we should try to stay in pairs, with such a big campus, for safety. I'm Logan, by the way. What's your name?" He paused and laughed quietly. "Sorry, if I'm rambling here. I'm sleepy."[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan didn't blink, nor did his smile waver, through it certainly grew less sheepish. A little more confident, instead. He was familiar with this behavior, and knew he had her. Eating out of his hand. Little girls with crushes let pretty, pretty boys get away with far too much. Poor things. He rubbed the back of his neck, playing up the flustered angle. "Thank you. Piano is my life." He eyed that lovely, welcoming expression on her face, and resisted the urge to cup her cheek and get a better look. Instead, he nodded. "It's nice to meet you. Shall we?"

He escorted her out, walking through mostly empty halls together. Close, not too close, not yet, as much as he craved it. He had to wait, just a little longer. "How old are you, Melony? I'm glad we ran into each other. There are a lot of girls disappearing lately. Young, cute ones-- like you. It's really awful." He gave a shudder, then blinked and glanced at her a bit frantically, backtracking. "Oh! I don't mean to scare you…" A sigh. He rubbed his eyes. "I'm concerned about my sisters, that's all. I have two of them, and I've been telling them to go home earlier lately, otherwise I'd worry myself to death. You too, be careful." Really, he couldn't care less if his sisters got themselves murdered. He knew they'd feel the same towards him, after all.

When they got outside, closer to the gates, Logan came to a stop. He stared at Melony, before slowly, reaching out to touch her hand. For a moment, it'd seem like some kind of romantic gesture, straight out of a chance meeting scene in a work of fiction. After that, he imagined she wouldn't even understand what was happening, not at first. He sedated her with his magic enough for her body to start feeling sleepy, limp, and relaxed. It'd be a comfortable haze.

He slipped an arm around her to hold the girl up. From a distance, if anyone saw, this wouldn't look like a forced situation. Helping someone tired walk to their destination. By the time the urge to kick and scream sank in, they'd be too far from the school for it to be noticed, and he could push enough magic into her system to take away the ability for that entirely.

So, Logan took Melony Kalven to the forest. He found an empty alcove, and laid her down on a nice patch of grass and flowers. "It's okay, it's okay," he said, voice hushed, barely audible, the most gentle it could get. His aura likely wouldn't melt quite yet. First, it'd be confusion and denial, he bet. He reached out to examine and touch her face curiously. He gave her nose a kiss. How cute. "You should know better, dear," he scolded, lightly, playfully. He sniffed at the air. "What are you? Species, that is." He wasn't familiar with this scent, and wanted to know what he'd be tasting.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Oh, goodness, Logan almost felt sorry for this. Such a pretty young lady, it would've been enjoyable to tease her in different ways, but he adored seeing pretty people with tears in their eyes most of all. His gaze was one of captivated fascination, and despite the chill of the late night air, his skin felt warm to the touch. He hummed, smiling, and leaned in to graze his teeth over and nibble at Melony's ear, tasting. "Ravenmocker," he said, faintly. "I've heard a little about those. Never had one. This should be interesting." A chuckle followed. "Our species are very opposite to each other, though, huh? Ironic, too, that the current positions are as they are. You'd expect it to be me lying there, instead."

"Ravenmocker," he repeated, nodding to himself. "This will be a perfect case of irony, then, dear Ravenmocker." He traced a finger over where her heart would be, hunger flashing in his expression briefly, before it settled back into angelic. He framed his face with his hands and displayed it for her, going through different emotions like they were nothing, showing off how easy he found acting to be. "There are a lot of girls disappearing lately. Girls like you. Remember?"

Logan cupped her face and gave her a real kiss, slow and deep, laced with enough sedative magic to leave her unable to raise her voice to scream-- far more than simply a comfortable haze now. He broke it, once he was satisfied with that, though kept close, lips still brushing against hers. "Pretty boys like me are only interested in eating cute little girls alive, Melony."

He leaned back, and held one hand behind his own head, making bunny ears and wiggling them. "Have you heard of the Bunny Butcher? I'm sorry I didn't dress up today. You were an impulse catch. I just couldn't resist. I'll treat you with special care, to make up for that."[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan was still while taking in Melony's struggling, savoring it. He had to take advantage of everything he could. His hobbies were sick and unacceptable, and each time he fucked around, he risked his entire life. But it was becoming difficult to function without this simple, beautiful option for escape. Necessary evil might end up as his self given nickname.

He sat down and pulled Melony into his lap, sighing and petting her. "I don't have to do anything, no, but I want to. Lord, do I ever want it. Now, sweetheart, do you know how many people have said those words to me? It hasn't convinced me once yet, but I haven't asked what it meant, either. You'll do anything? What can a little girl like you truly offer that's equal in value to a life and lovely meal? I'm open to your attempts at saving yourself-- they're funny!"

The unicorn hummed to himself and braided Melony's hair, hoping she was squirming inside. "It's so cute when they have crushes. You're adorable and naive. Ravenmocker sounds intimidating, but you're just soft. Dreamy. Dating a unicorn boy would probably make you feel like a princess. But you'll be meat, instead. I'm sorry, but if it's of any consolation, I did fall in love. I want to have you."

Logan tugged her skirt up a bit, numbed her thigh extra to make sure she wouldn't pass out, and slowly cut off a small piece of her thigh. He held it to show her what he was doing, and popped the flesh in his mouth, eating it raw. It took a special taste to enjoy this raw, but he had that special taste, genetics an unpleasant, corrupted trainwreck.[/tom]