A Date With Carter

The ride to the park is filled with silence. Carter glances over at you occasionally but you don't break your poker face. You secretly reach into a compartment in the car and pull out a knife.
When Carter pulls over into a park, you take the opportunity to slash his throat. His head rolls onto the ground and purple blood spills from his neck. You lick it up, grinning when you feel the familiar cold sensation wash over you.
Congrats, you're a freak.