As the cleaver seperated foot from leg, Harth gave a smile. By the time the boy had inserted the pen into the victim's throat, the vampire felt positively giddy.
Watching the young man work, Harth felt appreciative to have such a good view of the carnage. Sure, the killer's technique was rushed, perhaps a little sloppy, but it showed immense passion. The fire in the boy's eyes told of a monster that lurked beneath his human skin. This was a beastly thirst that could only be quenched with death.
Harth began to circle the boy as he worked, observing the action as a master sculptor might watch an apprentice.
"Interesting that you silenced him. I feel the screams are often the best part. This one is yours, though. Make it your own."