Phoenix Maplewood i was the one who stood in rain

"You're quick to startle," he observed with an empty, hollow laugh - suiting, for a man such as himself. Aries was expeditious in absorbing all signs she cast carelessly to the wind; those who had not trained to be heartless and tipped full of stealth often were foolish in their expressive demeanors. So easily they let slip clues, for him to gorge himself on in the build-up to the masacre. The beast loved when the prey were frightened, when their eyes looked like they might pop right out of their pallid skulls and their skin bristled with deserved anticipation. 

"You don't what?" he muttered, a teasing flicker in the frigid pools of his gaze. While ordinarily he was adept at burying any sort of emotion deep within his bones, the creature that emerged from time to time was void of any humanity, filled with aggression and malevolence; it savoured every drop of pain, every twinge of blood. Right now, the beast was in control.

Without a moment's notice, he would step to block her path, only to swerve around at lunge at her from the side, eager for his incisors to pierce her soft skin - to ruin the pretty picture, and keep it for himself.