(These stories have no plot. They have no basis in Trauma Center, or for that matter, any reality.
Shit's been happening around where I live lately, and it's starting to get to me. But I refuse to be all "woe is me, I want to die!" Fuck that shit.
These "Tales From the Blood Bath" are just one-page stories that I write to keep myself feeling normal. They will only involve two people. They were originally based off of "Mine", which made me feel oddly calm after I wrote it up.
Some people have crack to forget their problems. I'm poor. All I have is a pen and paper.
Sidney © Nintendo
Victoria © Me)
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Tales From the Blood Bath
One
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Blood; a sweet, coppery liquid, capable of sustaining life.
It stained Sidney's pale lips with its bright ruby hue.
His soft yet fervent kisses sent shivers up her spine; Victoria moaned softly as Sidney's lips left faint red stains on her pale, slender neck.
"S-Sidney..."
A small grin played at his lips; his scarlet teeth sunk into her neck, and he drank the blood that spilled from the wound.
Victoria's low moan rang in Sidney's ears, only continuing to fuel his intemperate desires... Slowly, he pulled away from her neck, trying to convince himself that his longing for blood had been temporarily satisfied...
He knew that it was a lie when he firmly pressed his lips against his wife's, and grew impatient when he was not greeted by the sickeningly sweet, metallic taste of her blood...
Victoria carefully flicked her tongue over Sidney's lips, lapping the blood off, exposing the pale flesh beneath the crimson coating...
Sidney groaned softly, shuddering. The hands he had rested gently on Victoria's slender shoulders tightened their grasp; his dull hazel eyes flashed, glimmering faintly with his intense lust for blood as began to bite at her lip...
Smiling softly, Victoria turned her head away, exposing her slender neck, stained with her slowly drying blood...
Sidney instantly plunged his teeth into the closing wound once again, reopening it, shivering softly as his wife's warm blood spilled over his cold lips, stained his teeth, flowed over his tongue; eagerly, he drank up the crimson liquid, becoming more and more desperate to satisfy his profound yearning, his sinful desire...
Victoria smiled softly as her husband imbibed her life, slowly draining it away.
Let him have his fill, she thought...
She would bleed for eternity if it would make him happy.
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(It's a strange feeling... writing something absolutely appalling- the kind of thing that would freak people out in real life, if it happened- helps me get more of a grasp on reality.
Maybe there's something wrong with me. I don't know. I don't care.
Review. Or don't. Really, this time, I wrote this story solely for myself. Go nuts interpreting it.)
