The moment of waking was always the most pleasurable one of the day. The dark had settled and the heat that daylight brought with it had flown, leaving behind a refreshing coolness that soothed his skin. His bedsheets still reeked of s*x: semen, blood, sweat, but though his tongue still tasted the remnants of that escapade, his stomach rolled to remind him that feed only lasted so long and hunger had no patience. Still, there was a moment to linger. To think on things to come, to remember things that had been, and to fantasize on that which would never be, but that was too pleasant not to consider.
As he’d done since the plans had been set in motion, he began his day by making a mental list of what he’d do to those he knew; those he’d keep, use, feed off of. It always piqued his hunger to
