Life After Vengeance

“Is this what you wanted?” they ask.

I'm staring at the body in front of me. The whitening face with blood round its lips makes it look like a painted doll.

“I don't know,” I respond. “I wanted revenge for so long, and now... I'm not sure what next.”

“You could mutilate the corpse, make a few choice cuts.”

The thought tempts me, but it wouldn't be as satisfying as the kill. That sweet moment of driving the dagger into flesh.

“No. What I need is fresh blood.”

The voices in my head agree. Revenge would just be the beginning.