Kaecilius— a twisted soul, haunted by the memories of a life he once used to have — was becoming more and more crazy with every next year of his life; memories of happiness and sanity slowly fading into nothing.
He was looking for consolation in blood and death.
Looking for salvation in the way he could feel his blood pumping through his veins, trying to hear angels' singing in the screams of innocent.
It's the middle of the night, California's air as warm as always and he's chasing after a pretty, pretty boy with a knife in his hand — the prettiest boy he's ever seen, the night only making him look even more irresistible; running for his life.
Surprisingly enough, when Kaecilius finally gets to sweet, little Stephen and puts a knife to the boy's throat, he realizes that he lost this time. Looking at him through those fucking bangs, multicolor eyes are eating him alive. They're challenging him and Kaecilius just knows.
He's gonna keep that exquisite creature forever.