Hello everyone. This is my first Wallflower fic, something I've been thinking about for a little while. Please R and R
He loved the taste of blood. He would let it slide on the tongue, admiring the beautiful fluidity and the metallic tang.
He loved the smell of blood. It empowered him, and it was far more overwhelming than the nauseating smell of a red rose.
He loved the sight of blood. Scarlet and silken in his eyes, shining like the ruby it was compared to so often.
He loved the feel of blood. Smooth on his fingers, then turning sticky as he tried to hold onto it. So elusive...
He loved the taste of blood. The metallic tang of it as it slid across his tongue and down his throat...
He retched and clutched hs throat as he tried to rid his system of the sickening fluid. As he vomited in the corner of the dark room, he realized he had done it again. He had come back...
"Oh God..." he whispered, tears in his eyes. "Please not again..."
Yukinojo Toyama dragged himself away from the corpse, knowing he would not be able to rid himself from the body until he had washed himself off and threw away the clothes that were covered with the unfortunate's clothes.