I'm with the Dexters and tyrant-killers here, for the most part. It's the moral(!) way to go about serial killing.

However, as for my hypothetical, fantastical, daydream serial killer persona?

1) Handsome men of any colour and sex, so long as they smell clean and of testosterone. I like long, dark, curly hair, and a boxy larynx. Strong noses and cheekbones too. Slender or skinny. Tall is nice, but by no means essential. Never boys.

2) To love and to consume. Follow me home, into bed, into a relationship. Bring them around to some mutual violence, biting, cutting, blows. Go for the jugular with my teeth in the middle of a good bang, and devour with devotion. Fuck him while he's warm, then cold, then go about the proper and respectful butchery before decomposition sets in. There's a use for every part of a creature, and waste not want not.

3) Scars they inflicted. Perhaps a whole hand. Every bone can become a tool or a trinket. Pictures and videos of them in life and death, the latter well-secured.

4) Notoriety is a fool's game. To have a name in the papers is to have made a mistake, in my books. As far as anyone knows, he took a job opportunity in another country, and we couldn't agree to long-distance. Such a heartbreak for it to happen again. :(

5) I'm a fag and a romantic. Pining, yearning, passion, it's all hunger of a sort. Perhaps I'd meet my end at the hands (and teeth) of a man with a similar plan. It'd be the happiest way to die, if you ask me.