"I like the red one," a high school girl told her friend. They giggled and stared at the multi-colored, naked men in the painting. Some green, some red, some purple, a few pink.

Someone laughed. A strong, beautiful laugh. The girls turned to face a handsome man. His smile was bright. His auburn hair was stylish. His eyes were gorgeous. Even his clothes were perfect. They giggled, again.

"My, my, my. A blonde and her red-headed friend," he chuckled, his face dazzled them, "Why is it you like the red one, darling?" He asked the blonde.

"He's cute," she replied, cheerfully.

The man's smile vanished. His expression become serious. His strong arms pulled the girls closer to him, his eyes set on the artwork. They blushed and giggled and smiled and watched him with awe.

"I'll show you something even better," he said, as he led them away from their class. Together they entered a small room, which displayed small, shiny art pieces. No one else was there.

"What's better about this?" the red-head asked, her teenaged attitude shining.

The stranger spun around and pulled them with him. They laughed and cheered. He was so strong! Suddenly, they stopped and tumbled to the floor. Oops! They landed on top of him. He smiled. They smiled back.

"In here," he stated, "you'll meet Bliss." He sat up and wrapped his arm around the blonde and started to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and gasped. Slowly, he worked his teeth into her flesh, draining the blood from her young body. Her friend didn't notice.

"I'm next!" She chirped. He grinned. Not a drop of blood on his lips. He held her the same way, except this time he tore her neck. Blood gushed all over her clothes and the cold floor. He licked the life right off her fair neck, then let her fall limp next to her friend. He rose and dusted himself off. No blood on him.

"Nice to meet you girls," he said, "I'm Bliss!" He laughed and laughed as he exited the room.

I love making bloody art.