"Prince Cain Arkham"

No sooner did the moniker leave my lips did she purse her own lips and adjust her glasses. My line of sight is filled with white ceiling, while your's is much more plesamt thanmine. My psychiatrist. She's about five foot six, with pixie cut blonde hair and very light blue eyes. She wears a blue business suit, with a skirt that goes up her thighs. Her legs go on for days, and though they are crossed, I can still see a hint of black lace underwear through the corner of my eye. Only the best looking psychiatrist can pick the brain of the oldest living murderer. I look at her for a moment. The silence is disturbing.

"Well, Gwen? No comment?"

By the way, this is our first meeting. She is visibly startled.

"How do you know my name?"

"I can smell your monthly blood."

She's looking at me now, pressing her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose. She is a bit confused. As far as she knows, I only know her as Doctor Sullivan. But I know different. Blood can tell me everything.

"I...I haven't had my monthly yet."

She shrugs her shoulders, taking notes. Obviously about me. Who else?

"You start tomorrow. Also, you stepped on a piece of glass at the beach last week. You bled badly."

"Yes. True. Are you a psychic?"

"No. Just a hunter with a distinct sense of smell. And you need not be afraid, Gwennevere."

She sighs, being inquisitive.

"Who said that I was afraid, Mister Arkham?"

"Hunter. I smell fear."

"Right. Also, you mentioned being a Prince. However, I do not recall there being any Princes here in America."

I chuckle. Over my two thousand years on this wretched mortal coil, I have had so many non believers. Even the disciples disbelieved the facts, until the Son of GOD warned them to stay away from me. The kids would call me "bad news" or whatever the fuck they're saying nowadays. I look at her and smile slightly.

"Well, now you have. I am two thousand years old, and over those two thousand years I have killed thousands if not millions of people. Can you not feel it in your weak, human blood, Gwen? That inherent darkness that all humans fear? I know you can, and that's why your nipples are hard. Either that, or arousal. I can smell that too, dearest."

The fear in her eyes is growing. She reaches next to her, picking up a glass of water and sipping. She sets the cup down and inhales, exhaling slowly.

"So if what you say is true, then why aren't you in jail?"

"Illuminati."

I state casually.

"Yeah, right. You're going to have to do better than that."

"You don't believe me. Typical fucking human."

"Mister Arkham! There is no meed for such foul language!"

The anger is starting to grab hold of me. This bitch doesn't believe the facts. I may very well be the most notorious killer in history, but I ain't no mother fucking liar. I growl really low, sitting up slowly.

"I'll fucking say whatever the fuck I want. Fucking cunt."

(Kill....kill for me, my fallen one.)

"Calm down, or I'm calling the orderlies."

"And what the fuck are they gonna do? Slap my wrist? Listen bitch.."

Her eyes are wide, her breathing quick and labored. She is pinned underneath me in the floor, and I can smell the fear more than ever. It smells sweet to me, like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. I can feel her soft skin against my palms as she gasps for air, and I tighten my grip.

"I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF NON BELIEVERS! I WANTED TO FIX THIS, BUT NOONE FUCKING BELIEVES ME!"

As I see her face turning blue, I release me grip and lean in close.

"...I am a monster, Gwen...and you ...haha...you will tell the world for me..." I whisper in her ear, my warm breath causing her to shiver. "...I'm gonna...I....am going to...spare your life. Why? Because like John, I need a preacher to spread my legend...but if you call the police..." My voice comes straight from my tormented soul. "...I will kill you and that little bastard son, because...I won't go to jail. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Illuminati, bitch. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes..."

"YES WHAT?"

"YES MY PRINCE!!!"

The fire subsides and I take her by the hand. I help her up and grin warmly, casually sitting back down.

"Anymore questions?"

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