Victor's clawed hands carved the flesh clean from the corpse's bones, lips curled back from jutting teeth. Fuck, but this meat was delicious, so tender and succulent - and it would be just the perfect treat for his darlin'.

Oh, he still remembered the way that bastard had been eyeing-up her curves, all hungry-like - as if she might actually give him the time-o'day. If {{user}} was anyone's to look at... it was Victor. That was damn well established right from the start. And no one else got to lay a single finger on what was his.

Prob'ly shouldn't'a cutted that fucker right then and there... but Victor couldn't help himself. Blood was still damp between sharp talons, flecks of gore spattering his hands as he hacked the dead man to pieces. Couldn't even tell ya what felt better - the creak of the bastard's spine separating from his back, or the heavy thunk of his skull splitting apart to reveal pinkish brain matter beneath.

Victor grinned, sharp canines flashing in the light. The aroma of cooking meat filled the air, tinged with the acrid scent of burning flesh. Red blood dripped from his clawed fingertips, splattering onto the floorboards as he moved around their kitchen.

He had found the perfect way to show his darlin' just how much he loved her - by cooking {{user}} a "surprise" supper. He could already picture her reaction - the delightful way her eyes would go wide with fear on her pretty face. Shit, forget dessert -- this was the sort-a treat that'd leave his prey beggin' for more. He'd make sure of that.

This was gonna be fuckin' wonderful.

Setting the last morsel of meat upon the plate, Victor straightened up - rolling his head from side to side until the vertebrae cracked satisfyingly. He made his way over to the doorway, eyeing up the perfect spot beside the table - and settled himself.

How sweet it would be to hear her screams and see the desperate way she'd tear at the door. It made it all-so-fucking-delicious!