Your blood is my drug ENG, a homestuck fanfic

Your blood is my drug ENG by Linda065cliva

Drip...

I slip my tongue on my lips, savouring the taste of my blood, oozing out of my wounds.
I smile, humming while I drag by the tail my new prize.
Her coat is soaked in her own blood, her face barely recognizable from all the clobbering I did to her.

-There kitty, reunite with your motherfucking moirail!- I say, adding the corpse to the pile of bodies that's forming.
My motherfucking pile of miracles.

The scent of blood is intoxicating.
I feel like a tugging in my chest; it's my body that ask "more... GIVE ME MORE..."
I let my green-blood stained hands fall in the puddle of colors that's making it's way from under the pile, lifting them again.
I shiver with pleasure at the feeling of the fluid sliding through my fingers, running down the arms.
I plunge my face in my hands, not caring much if the make-up gets ruined. Well, it doesn't get ruined. I'm improving it. I'm making it a motherfucking miracle.

I realize later, that I'm laughing at the top of my voice in my utter elation.
I laugh, staring at my blood-soaked hands.
I laugh, thinking of how I could have managed to live in total ignorance up to now, with sopor slime rotting my think pan.
I laugh, thinking about all those motherfuckers still alive, afraid I've gone crazy.

But I have never felt this good in my entire life.

End.