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he had forgotten what it felt like to have some power over another being. the way that his fingers had fit perfectly around Isabella's throat, how if he had squeezed just a little bit harder, he could have watched the life fade out of her eyes. he should have squeezed harder. he would have taken her completely out of their lives and for good. he could have managed that even before Lucas had returned. it was easy to take a life once you killed once. it was hard to stop once you had gotten high on the feeling of control, power, and release.

but he had managed to hide it all away from his boyfriend for the few years that they had been dating. what would Luke even think if he knew that Salem had cut a few lives so short? what would he do if he knew that there was blood staining Salem's hands. it wasn't as if Lucas was some innocent bystander or anything. Salem knew that he had killed for his dad, for the family business. but it was far different to kill due to orders than it was to kill because it felt good, it felt right.

Salem had been able to keep those feelings at bay for so long now that he hadn't even thought of his tendences; rather, he had lived up until now thinking that he was a completely normal and boring human being when, in fact, he was actually quite the opposite. he still had craving for blood and seeing someone struggle beneath the weight of his body.

that was why he had chosen to go out when his boyfriend was occupied. it wasn't as if Lucas would have noticed, anyway. his boyfriend had taken some kind of odd vow of chastity or something just because he had caught his nasty sister trying to make out with Salem. it had all been one-sided, of course, but how was Luke to know that? even when Salem tried to explain, his partner just refused to hear any of it.

and oh, how that pissed Salem off. he needed to let off some steam and his old tendencies were retuning.