#i figure maybe bella finds him bc she smells the blood or somethin?

[exquisitexagony]

//@miidnighters

The pungent stench of blood. Irony. Warm. Fresh. It filled the air, filled Arthur's lungs as he tore into fresh meat, gnawing on bone. The process of eating someone was such an intimate affair and there was a part of him that got such a kick out of it it was almost like a drug. It was exhausting, though, the war that went on in the back of his mind while he fed. How much longer could he go on like this? Why couldn't he stop?

Licking xyr lips, the blood from xyr hands, from the body's face, xe found xemselves laying down, the body tangled up in xyr arms. A slight hitch of breath, panting from the effort it had taken to take the other down. They had been a fighter, which was why now they were already mostly dead and certainly not conscience. With all the blood loss by now, too, they were already fading. The meat wouldn't be fresh for much longer, Arthur assumed. Finish what he could and then...Get out. Sinking back into the bathtub where he had done the deed, he clawed his fingernails into the body's shoulder, feeling every muscle in his own blood-stained body tense.

Silence fell in that now-abandoned bathroom, the steady drip of a leaky faucet the only sound echoing through the old shack posted in the middle of nowhere. He swallowed hard, eyelids growing heavy the longer he laid there, taking it all in. Salty tears pricked his eyes, one dripping slowly down his cheek and mixing with blood. His tongue moved to lick it away as it slid down toward the corner of his mouth, but-- Wait. His own blood? He tried to lift his head, only to be hit with a massive wave of dizziness that sent his vision reeling.

"Oh fuck..." The words were a barely breathed whisper, head sinking to rest against the head of the body in his arms. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, groaning. His head was bleeding, that much was obvious, but now that he had realized that he started to notice the sticky, wet pain in his side as well...It had all happened so fast he hardly even remembered getting hurt.

The sound of a door creaking open startles him, breath catching in the back of his throat. Nobody else was supposed to be here...He had done his research before coming here. It was the perfect target. So why did he hear footsteps approaching the blood-soaked bathroom?