I Hate Everything About You, Three Days Grace.
Sanguine drew his razor against the stomach of the helpess, sobing mortal. He carved his initails into the mans belly, scarlet, red blood pouring over the ruined skin.
Sanguine stepped back to admire the view of the man pinnned to the wall, with knives in both thighs, shins, collar bone and forearm. He sighed and walked out of the allyway, leaving the poor man to die.
He couldn't stop thinking about Tanith. But what troubled him was that he hated her. He hated her so much he was feeling something more towards her. Was it love?
Did he actually love her?
What was that song he used to listen to her? How did it go? Something about hating everything about a girl, but asked why he loved her.
That's how Sanguine felt, he was conflicted
He walked 'till he came to where they both now lived together. Not that they saw eachother or anything.
He walked in to find Tanith siting on the bench counter eating an apple. He walked up to stand in between her legs, grabbed the apple, threw it over his shoulder and kissed her angrily. She complied and pulled harshly at his hair. Clawing her nails down his back, drawing blood.
He hooked her legs around his waist and carried her to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and threw her across the room, towards the bed.
He walked forward stripping off his t-shirt. Stalking over to her where she cradeled her bleeding head in her arms. Fear flashing in her eyes.
Did she...? Did she forget who he was and what he was capable of?
Sanguine silently fumed. How dare she forget.
She stood on shaky legs and glanced at his face seeing a scowl so full of hate, she quivered.
Her eyes showing mixed emotions; worry, confusion and fear.
So, much fear and he smiled, a sick smile.
