It was wrong, he knew that. But he didn't care. The sweet pain it caused felt so good, it felt like the right thing to do at the moment. Slowly, he drew the knife across his wrist in a slant, over the previous cut, making an X shaped wound, cutting through a pale blue vein. He gasped in pain, it hurt more the second time. Dropping the dagger, he hidded out through his clenched jaw, staring at the slightly red flesh of his arm. He sighed, reaching for the knife. The slit wasn't even deep enough to bleed.
He peered closer to his wrist, carefully tracing over the wound gently with the metal blade, shuddering at the cold touch against his flesh. He dug the blade in, slashing the wound deeper, wincing as he cut in deeper, the beautiful red liquid of his blood bubbling from his body to drop down his arm. He stopped, pulling his knife out to inspect the wound, holding out his hand palm down to watch the blood snake around his palm and wind around his fingers. A slight smile twitched through his lips at the image. He flipped his hand around again, pressing his finger into the base of the cut where the two seperate slits connected, flinching at blood collected. He drew his finger acriss both cuts, drawing over the X in blood.
His tongue ran through his lips as he started for his knife. It didn't hurt near enough as much as he wanted After a few quick, deep slices, blood started seeping out, running down his pale arms and pooling onto the black leather he wore.
He sighed out, only vagely surprised of his ragged his breath sounded, just noticing the sweat that was beading down his face. He lifted his arm to his lips, grazing his tongue over his wrist and lapping off the blood, glad of how sweet it tasted.
He stood up, sucking blood from the gash, wiping himself until the blood was barely present from his clothes. He shrugged, tossing his knife away to get it later. He stretched, wincing slightly from the now throbbing pain in his wrist, stepping out of the dark shadows of his room into where the moonlight reflected from the various objects, scowling as the brightness hit his amethyst eyes.
The tang of the iron of his blood started going dry. He looked at his wrist again, frowning as he watched the flesh knit itself together, forming a dark, but smooth scar still in the shape of a perfectly formed X, shining almost ghostly from his arm the way the moonlight was positioned from it. Then it started sinking into his skin, dissapearing from sight.
He frowned, touching his wrist slightly. He would've liked a reminded of what he thought would be an almost human reminder of what he was. That moment, the first he'd actually felt real pain, gone. Nothing left but the swirling emotion blocking what was left of his shadowed heart, jealous of the humans who's mistakes remain in their fragile skin, envious as only he could be...
Envy is all he could be, right?
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I really have no reason for writing this besides that...like...I thought of it. -shrug- I was bored? Hope you liked it!
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