The cracked mirror in the bathroom of this shitty club did its job of showing his hair flawlessly coifed, his lips in a tantalizing smirk, his eyeliner smudged perfectly. To say the least he was hot, and he knew it. As soon as he entered the room all eyes were on him, just as he liked it. Women and men stared with slack jaws and wide eyes. They had never seen a specimen like him before; he was just too damn beautiful.

He didn't really understand why he came here tonight, or any night for that matter. He could have anyone he wanted with a sly smile and a wink of the eye. But instead he opted to be an attention whore. The feeling of everyone wanting him was like the most powerful drug. The rush through his veins was deliciously satisfying, something he could never get from just one.

The shirt he had on was tight, accentuating his sculpted muscles to what else, but perfection. His jeans were low, hanging precariously on his sharp hipbones. He was most definitely an alluring sight.

A very brave girl approached him; she couldn't have been a day over 23. She pulled a felt-tipped pen from her purse and grabbed his hand silently, writing down what appeared to be a number on his left palm. Lola (404)334-0769 she leaned in close a placed a kiss on his cheek, then walked away, but before completely exiting the building she winked at him. Hm, I kinda like her... Most people are a bit intimidated by our presence. It's too bad we won't call her; she seemed like a nice girl.

"Shut, up thoughts..." he whispered to himself.

The night did not escalate from there, he received many nervous smiles and it felt as if they were holding their breaths. This made him chuckle, he adored this effect that he had on people. He just made them so uncomfortable. He intimidated them solely because he was just too good for 'em.

So he left, no matter how the attention made him feel. The same people bored him after a while.

"Why do I have to be so damn unapproachable?" He muttered to himself. Because we are so attractive that it is scary. "I don't think I'm scary," But you do agree that we are hot shit, huh? "Shut the fuck up," You might want to stop talking to yourself, it's kinda fucking weird...

The walk home felt unbearably long to him, though in reality he lived a mere 3 blocks away from the shithole club. When he arrived he had the intolerable urge to look in the mirror. The image he saw was horrifying.

There he stood, beautiful as ever... His lips curled into a cruel disposition that might be mistaken as a smile. His image winked at him and he shrieked aloud. "You're a monster," Actually we are a monster. "I will never be you," You have always been me. "I will break you," You will kill us.

His fist flew into the mirror, and the shards of reflective glass flew about everywhere. That cruel smirk displayed on every bit. The malicious laughter that was amplified by each single flying piece was growing excruciatingly loud. He could feel his eardrum bust, and the thick crimson seeped out. His nose bled, his eyes bled, he coughed and his mouth was sputtering with blood. He hoarsely called out these last words, "I love you, I love myself. How could I not?" And his lifeless body lay there sprawled out beautifully upon the glass that was permanently etched with that beautifully cruel smile.