Role

Chapter 8

There were hundreds of surgeries he performed, each more brutal, more
horrifying, and to him, more beautiful than the last. Each one was a
learning experience, further insight into the soul. He experimented
constantly, with new ideas for every victim, for what does one learn if they
keep doing the same thing over and over? There were only two constants in
his methods, the way he began the experiment, and what he did at the end.
Just before the victim's death, he would use his tooth, his fang, to take a
drop of their blood and place it into a glass container he wore around his
neck. He never left the home of the doctor since the day he was brought in,
so he never learned much of the outside world. He defined his existence
within the beautifully terrified eyes of his victims. Eventually, after two
decades of watching the child perform surgeries, the doctor, having grown
quite ill, decided that it was his time to go on the table.