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On Nov. 15, 1994, officers of the Parisian "Brigade
Criminelle" arrested 22-year-old Nicolas Claux outside the world famous
cabaret Moulin Rouge on suspicion of the murder of Thierry Bissonnier,
34.
Bissonnier's October 4 killing was one of a string of homosexual
murders, seven of which occurred in October alone. The murder squad's
preliminary investigator, Gilbert Thiel, believed that a single killer
was responsible and was eager to get Claux back to headquarters for
questioning. Claux says that Thiel, veteran of several high-profile
cases, was not prepared for the web of murder, cannibalism, and sadistic
acts that he had woven in his short lifetime.
The following account includes several narrations by
Mr. Claux to provide a better window on a killer's life and crimes. Some
of Claux's commentaries, delivered in writing, have been edited,
polished, and arranged for a more narrative flow.
Claux: "Following my arrest I was taken back to the
Parisian Crime Department for questioning. Unbeknownst to me, crime
scene investigators were already in the process of exercising a search
warrant on my apartment at 9 Rue Coustou. Inside they found a .22-caliber
handgun under my bed, which they immediately sent off for ballistics
tests. While they were probably not surprised to have found the pistol,
they were almost certainly not prepared for the grisly scene that
welcomed them.
Why?
It did not take long for the ballistic test results
to come back, and when confronted with the evidence that the tests were
positive, Nico confessed to Bissonnier's murder. Claux claimed that
while investigators were happy to have solved a brutal crime, they were
understandably concerned with all of the human bones scattered
throughout his apartment, and the blood bags, which filled his
refrigerator.
Claux: "With little hesitation on my part, I informed
them that I had been robbing the graves of several Parisian gothic
graveyards and mutilating the mummified remains. When asked the reason
why I was storing stolen blood bags inside my refrigerator, I simply
answered that I drank the blood on a regular basis. Working as a
mortuary assistant for 10 months, I had been using my position as a
means to fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine revolving around cannibalism.
When left alone to stitch the bodies after the autopsies, I would cut
strips of meat from the ribs and eat them. On some occasions, I would
bring pieces of flesh back to my place, where I would cook and eat those
pieces as well."
Upon hearing his confessions, Claux claimed
investigators asked, "WHY? Why did you kill? Why did you eat flesh and
drink blood? And why did you dig up corpses?" As simple as those
questions may seem, the answers were not readily found. Perhaps some
clues exist in Nico's past.
Early Obsessions
Nicolas Claux was born on March 22, 1972 in the
African nation of Cameroon. Nico's father was a French citizen who
worked in a bank and was often sent with his family to foreign countries
for long periods of time. While Nico was too young to remember his early
years in Cameroon, he does recall the family moving to London around the
age of five, and then off to the southern most part of Paris when he was
seven, where they remained until he was 12.
Claux: "My childhood was basically normal, except
that I was very withdrawn and only had a few friends. I was a lonely
child, lacking brothers and sisters to play with, so I spent most of my
time alone in my room.
"While my parents were very kind and gave me
everything that I needed, I never really felt a strong bond between us.
They never hugged me or kissed me, they just let me be on my own most of
the time. Eventually I grew emotionally cold. I had difficulties feeling
empathy for other people, just indifference most of the time.
"This is the time when I also developed a fascination
for death and the occult. I would spend hours reading books on vampires
and werewolves. A photo of the statue of the Sumerian demon Pazuzu
especially fascinated me. I found it in a book my parents had bought in
England. For me, it symbolized something extremely ancient and powerful
-- something that I respected. A few years later, I saw the same statue
used in the movie Exorcist, and my interest in the occult grew stronger."
Fascination with Death
When Nico was 10, his grandfather died as a result of
a cerebral embolism. The two had been arguing at the time and Nico
always felt that his family blamed him for the untimely death. This was
a very critical moment in his life; one that he claims made him become
literally obsessed with physical death. From then on he says that he was
fascinated with burial rites, wakes, and the atmosphere of morgues.
At the age of 12, Nico and his parents moved to
Lisbon, Portugal, where they remained for four years. While the setting
may have changed, Nico's obsessions remained the same. None of his
fellow classmates shared his interests and he was once again without
friends. His feelings of loneliness became more intense, and he began to
feel an utter hatred for everyone around him.
Claux: "When I was 16, we moved back to Paris, where
I lived alone with my father. As far back as I can remember I have been
obsessed by graveyards. Before long I knew every single cemetery in
Paris like the back of my hand. Between 1990 and 1993, I spent the
majority of my free time in graveyards. As a botanist studies plants and
flowers, I would examine rusty locks and evaluate the weight of cement
lids. My favorite things were mausoleums. The most impressive ones can
be found at Pere-Lachaise, Montmartre, or Passy cemeteries. I would peek
through their windows to see the inside. Some were decorated with
furniture, paintings, or statues. It was not long before I began working
on a plan to get a much closer view."
Eventually Nico crafted his own lock-picking tools,
his favorite being an L-shaped key. If a lock on one of the mausoleums
was too rusty to pick, he would use a crowbar, or enter through a window.
Once inside, he says he "felt like an emperor reigning in Hell." The
place would become his kingdom. Often times he said he would enter a
mausoleum during the day, only to resurface at night, when the gates
were closed, and he could continue his activities without fear of being
discovered.
Exploring His Kingdom
Nico Claux said that over time, simply lurking in
graveyards and breaking into mausoleums was not enough to satisfy his
desires. His fantasies became sadistic blueprints — tools for fulfilling
his new cravings. Whether this change began at this point or years
earlier is a matter of speculation, but it is clear that he believed
that he had stepped up to an entirely new level.
Within this chapter, the subsequent narrations
have been translatedfrom one of many statements that Nico said
that he eventually gave to Parisian authorities while in custody.
"I woke up one day feeling this sinister urge to dig
up a corpse and mutilate it. I gathered a small crowbar, a pair of
pliers, a screwdriver, black candles and a pair of surgical gloves in a
backpack. Then I took the subway until the Trocadero station. It was
nearly noon. The gates of the Passy Cemetery were wide open, but nobody
was inside. The undertakers were out for lunch.
"Passy is a small Gothic graveyard with plenty of
huge mausoleums, which were built during the 19th century. It is located
right between two large avenues, so it is impossible to climb inside at
night. But anyway, nobody could ever imagine that there was someone
robbing graves at noon.
"I had this special grave in mind. It was a small
mausoleum, the burial site of a family of Russian immigrants from the
1917 revolution. I had already pried open the iron door a few days
before, and I had closed it afterwards so it would seem that nobody had
ever touched it. All I had to do was kick it open ... At this point, my
mind was in total chaos. I had flashes of death in my head. I took a
deep breath, and I climbed down the steps leading to the crypt.
"It was a rather small one, with damp walls, buried
deep inside the cemetery ground. There was no other source of light than
the candles I had brought. To begin, for more than an hour, I removed
one of the heavy coffins from its stone casing. It was especially hard
not to let the coffin fall all of sudden to the ground, but somehow I
managed to slowly lay it down without making too much noise. However,
one edge of the coffin scratched my lower leg when it touched the ground.
But that didn't stop me at all.
"I examined the casket for a while. It was solid oak
and sealed with big screws. It looked like brand new, so I expected to
find a recently deceased corpse. First, I unscrewed the coffin, which
took me less than 10 minutes. Then I pried it open with the crowbar.
Once opened, a horrible stench of putrefaction came out of the box. It
smelled like Thanatyl, the product embalmers use on a corpse in order to
delay the process of decay.
"Then I saw the body inside. It was a half rotten old
woman, shrouded in a white sheet, covered with brown stains. Her face
seemed to be smeared with oil, but it was simply the death fluids oozing
from her skin. The stench was so intense that I nearly fainted. I tried
to lift one side of the sheet, but it was glued to her petrified skin.
The teeth were protruding from the mouth, but her eyes were gone. I
stared into the empty eye sockets, and all of a sudden something broke
into my mind. I felt like I was falling into a whirlwind.
"That's when I picked up a screwdriver. The corpse
inside the coffin started to move slightly, like if it had guessed what
would happen next. So I began to stab the belly, the rib area and the
shoulders. I stabbed her at least 50 times. I really can't remember. All
I can remember is that when I woke up my forearms were covered with
corpse slime."
After violating his first grave, Nico said that he
spent the much of his free time searching the cemetery for new graves to
desecrate. This is a pattern he said would continue up until the time of
his arrest.
A New Career
At 20, Nico joined the military, where he was trained
as a gunsmith, cleaning and repaired weapons. But he soon found this
lifestyle boring. His only satisfaction came from fantasizing about
murder. After serving just a year, Nico moved on and said that he began
to consider a career as a mortician.
Claux: "In 1993, the one and only local school for
embalming declined my application, so I began working at Saint Vincent-de-Paul
Hospital in Paris, a hospital for children. This was the only way I
could really do what I wanted for a living and I also found out that it
was the best way to be in contact with corpses. I was given the job of a
morgue attendant and my first contact with a corpse there was when I
assisted the autopsy of a 10-year-old girl. The other attendant showed
me how to stitch up her belly, and that was the first time I ever got to
touch a fresh corpse. I was amazed by how red and clean her organs were."
Nico did not stay at Saint Vincent-de-Paul for long,
and in December 1993, he took a position as a morgue attendant and
stretcher-bearer at Saint Joseph Hospital, which is also in Paris. His
duties involved helping with autopsies, cleaning up the morgue slabs,
and prepping the bodies for wakes. A small chapel was located up the
stairs where bereaved relatives could later view the bodies of their
loved ones.
Fantasy Becomes Reality
Claux: "Most of the autopsies were done by us, the
morgue attendants. We would do the Y-shaped incision, cut the ribs at
the joints, and open the skull with an electric saw. The pathologist
only dissected the organs and put them in a box.
"I would be left alone with the body after the
autopsy to do the stitches, which were my specialty. This is when I
began eating strips of muscles from the bodies. I always checked out
their medical files first. I talked with a butcher once who told me that
meat is better three or four days after death. This was something I had
always dreamed of doing, and it was the opportunity to do it on a
regular basis.
"Sometimes I brought select meats home with me to be
cooked, but my preference was to eat them raw. It tasted like tartar
steak, or carpaccio. The big muscles of the thighs and back were good,
but there was no good meat in the breasts, only fats. People often ask
me what went through my mind the first time I indulged my cannibalistic
fantasy. Well, to be honest, I said to myself: 'Wow! Now I'm a cannibal.
Cool!'"
Nico's other job at Saint Joseph Hospital involved
working in the digestive surgery unit. One of his duties involved
delivering the blood bags from the hospital's blood bank to the surgery
room. He claimed that it did not take long for him to notice that it was
not unusual for bags to be left over and eventually he devised a scheme
in which he would rip the sticker off of the unused bag, making it
appear to have been opened, and then hide it in his locker.
At the end of his shift, he said that he would
transfer the bag to his backpack, take it home, and begin cooling it in
his fridge. Once the desired temperature was reached, he would mix the
blood with powder proteins, or human ashes, and then drink it. Since
there was no plasma within the bags, the blood was extremely thin, which
was why he chose to thicken it up.
Fatal Twist
On the morning of Oct. 4, 1994, Nicolas Claux said
that he decided it was time to turn another one of his fantasies into
reality. This fantasy was a special one to Nico, one that would, in his
mind, put him on a far greater level than petty grave robbing and corpse
mutilations. He had been waiting for just the right time, and he was
finally ready to cross the line, an irreversible step that can change a
man forever.
Nico spent his morning searching for a victim, any
victim -- nothing mattered, not age, race, or sex, he said. He was
looking for death, nothing more, and nothing less. By the early
afternoon, Nico decided to try his luck on Minitel (an early version of
the Internet) and soon began chatting with a man named Thierry about
bondage and S&M. After a while the two decided to get together and the
man gave Nico the address to his home. Little did Thierry know, sex was
the last thing on Nico Claux's mind.
Claux: "Back then it was a common practice in the gay
community to meet on Minitel. They would establish contact through this
means since it was quick and easy for them. I found out that it was an
easy way for me to kill them without any witnesses, plus I had the
guarantee of remaining anonymous, since there was no possibility of
tracing back the discussions on Minitel.
"So I agreed on meeting Thierry around noon. With me
I carried a single shot 22-caliber handgun, which I hid under my jacket.
When I arrived at his place, a one-room apartment under the roof of an
old building, I knocked on the door and gave him the fake first name
that I had given him on Minitel. He opened the door, I stepped inside,
quickly turned around while he was closing the door and pulled out the
gun.
"I looked at his face just as he turned his head
towards me and saw the gun pointed at his eye. After a few awkward
moments passed, I pulled the trigger. He instantly fell face down
without a word. It was really eerie. It all happened like in slow motion.
Then I watched him bleed on the carpet. Soon I decided to see what the
apartment was like and wandered around a bit.
"When I returned to where he was lying I observed
that he was still moving and making horrible breathing noises on the
floor, like if he was breathing through a straw. I reloaded the gun and
shot again, this time striking him in the back of the head. I reloaded
and fired a few more times, but he was still alive and making noise. I
was surprised that he was still holding on, I had expected the first
shot to kill him.
"After a few minutes, I went into his kitchen and
found some cookies to eat and then sat in a corner of the room and
watched him as I ate. When I was finished, I decided to get out of there
quickly, so I shot him one last time in the back. I also lifted a huge
plant container and smashed it on his head, crushing it some. I then
wiped down my fingerprints; picked up his checkbook; a credit card and a
wallet (with ID papers); his driving license; an alarm clock, and an
answering machine, and finally left the scene."
Nicolas Claux
(born March 22, 1972 in Cameroon) is a French serial killer and
cannibal. He is sometimes referred to as Nico Claux or even the
Vampire of Paris. After his release from prison, he has been
doing paintings showing portraits of serial killers or crime scenes. He
is currently residing in Dublin, Ireland.
In 2006, a company in the USA
began marketing a 2007 calendar showcasing Claux's paintings. Demand was
so high, the company is considering a 2008 calendar and a line of
posters.