How can it be possible that I love someone who hurts me? Even worse, how can they love me back?
I look down at my feet, and smile and whimper simultaneously. Soon, I'll see him. Today is the day when we meet in the classroom afterschool. I told the teacher I was tutoring him so she'd let us use it. I can't wait, it's just a few more minutes until he gets here…
"Ah! No, don't!" He's lifting the blade again, pausing just before it hits my skin to lick the blood from my lip. I had bitten it to keep from screaming. He slices again, it feels very deep, but it's never quite deep enough to scar. I don't know why I do this… I don't have to meet him here, he's never threatened me… but somehow I end up here every Thursday at 5 'o clock waiting for this with bated breath… Maybe it's because at the end, when my face is sticky with tears and his lips are smeared with my blood, he always whispers, "I'm sorry…" softly in my ear and kisses me so gently that I could swear he would never hurt a fly. Maybe it's because he craves the taste so much and seems so alive for the next few days we spend together. But I think it's because when I agreed to this, I saw him genuinely smile for the first time.
Okay, in case anyone is wondering this is in Austria's pov and Prussia is who he's talking about. Also Prussia is not a vampire or anything of the sort, he just craves the taste of blood.
