Do you think I should make a story with my one shots in it?
I'm starting to wonder if this is short to the point of too short.
Hands
Vlad stares at his hands, Ingrid asks why. He says he's looking at the blood. Ingrid shrugs as she can only see pale skin on Vlad's hands. She wonders if her brother is hallucinating.
Drip, drip, drip. There's a small crimson puddle by Vlad's foot. He asks Ingrid if she wants it. She says no and shakes her head saying there's nothing there. Vlad knows she's just blind to it. He shrugs and returns his gaze to the scarlet liquid decorating his slender fingers and palms.
He wonders if it's Erin's, or Jonno's, or someone else's blood that has been spilled because of him. He wonders if it belongs to Ingrid's victims in Stokley; that was his fault too. Maybe it's the blood of that milkman his dad drained the day Ingrid ran from Stokley castle. Maybe its Miss McCauley's for when she gets dragged into vampirism by his father. He wishes that it's his own. It never will be.