Just an excitable boy

You don't know me. Don't even pretend that you do.

Oh, chances are you know a version of me. I may even sit in the cubicle next to you. I seem nice enough, a little outgoing, a little charming, but not too much. I have a devilish grin, and sometimes my eyes twinkle when you think I don't know you're looking.

But that's not me. That's the suit I wear so I can move through all you normal people with ease. I don't hate you. I don't envy you. For the longest time I didn't even know what to do with you.

I'm not Dexter. I'm not Hannibal. I'm not anyone you've seen on TV or in the movies. I am death walking. But when you look at me, you see everyone you've ever liked. You wouldn't even mind if your daughter dated me. And most likely, she would be fine.

Unless a dark mood came over me. Unless my need required un-needing. Then your daughter might just join all the others. She might vanish from the face of the earth, and remain only in your memories. And my freezer.