Happy Halloween!
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A thin slice of light cut through the darkness when the door to the warehouse creaked open, the sound echoing ominously in the darkness. Using her phone as a flashlight, the young woman giggled as she skipped across the wide open space to the corner set up as her home. She flicked on the solitary lamp.
Eerie shadows were cast along the floor and walls, curling along the large figure stretched across her bed. The girl quickened her steps to the foot of the bed and checked on the heavy chains securing his legs. Then she tugged on the manacles entrapping his wrists to the iron headboard.
Awakened by her feather-light touches trailing over his arm, he growled and opened his red eyes to glare at her.
"So the bitch comes back," he rasps, voice weary from lack of use and dehydration. She frowned and leapt on top of him, straddling high on his chest, and pulled out her favorite butterfly knife from her black stockings. Pressing the flat side against his cheek, she leaned in.
"That's not very nice," she airily sang. Her tone hardened. "Try again."
"Toga." The blade started to cut into his skin, a thin line of blood welling to the surface. "Himiko," he corrected.
Himiko cheerfully grinned and sat up.
"I love you, too, Stainy!" She scooted down so she could drape herself over his bare torso. He was dressed only in his long, tattered, red scarf and the countless scars and scabbing cuts.
Curled against his warmth, Himiko playfully dragged the tip of the knife down the line of his sternum, putting just enough pressure to leave a pale scratch in its wake. For fun, she dug the sharp point into his right hip, just enough for a single ruby drop to cling to the steel. Her lover didn't flinch. He never did. Himiko tilted the knife this way and that way to watch the red trail along the flat edge.
Her tongue darted out to lick the warm blood off of the cold blade. Such a miniscule taste wouldn't be enough for tonight, but knowing that Stain was helpless to stop her brought forth immense satisfaction.
Himiko shifted more onto her knees, giving her the maneuverability to slide her dainty pink tongue across the various wounds crisscrossing against his flesh. Farther up she trailed until she was licking the corner of his mouth. Her thighs rubbed together in anticipation. She ached to kiss him, to have that mutated tongue slide against her own, but one drop of blood is all it would take for the hero killer to paralyze her.
And what's the point if she couldn't share her blood with him?
A harsh grumbling tore Himiko from her thoughts and desires. The tense jaw and clenched teeth were certainly due to his frustration than any sense of embarrassment at his hunger.
"When was the last time you ate, Stainy?" she asked, pressing her ear against his belly to see if she could still hear it. Her body trembled with giggles when he pulled at his restraints, making the chain links rattle against each other. "I'll bring you something back tonight."
Himiko's left hand landed on Stain's thigh, and her right rested on his upper abdominals. While her fingers splayed out to feel the hard muscle beneath the deceptively pliable skin, she nuzzled her cheek against his belly. She lied there for several minutes, letting herself enjoy the peaceful moment with the object of her obsession and breathing in his scent. Then she readjusted to hover over his hip where she had earlier jabbed him. Himiko traced an invisible circle around the dark bead of coagulated blood.
"It's time to have some fun," she teased, cutting her butterfly knife deep into the meat of Stain's hip so that sweet ambrosia quickly swelled to the surface. Her excitement had gotten the best of her, but his barely audible groan sent pleasurable tingles down her spine.
Pulling the knife away, Himiko sealed her mouth over the cut, swallowing a mouthful of copper. Her fingers pinched and pulled at the broken seam of skin to keep the blood flowing. She pulled back and licked away a few stray drops dotting her lips.
Himiko hopped onto the floor and backed up a couple steps. Feeling for the warm blood soaking her throat and belly, Himiko activated her quirk. Thick, wet paste coated her body, molding her into a perfect copy of the hero killer.
Red eyes watched as she rolled her shoulders and grinned. Himiko stalked over and cut off the lamp. Hidden by the abrupt darkness, she cradled Stain's head with replicas of his hands and touched their foreheads together.
"I'll be back, my Stainy," she said in his voice.
The sound of her retreating footsteps, heavy in his boots, cut through the silence, and a slice of light appeared from the opening door before it creaked closed, keeping him safe and isolated.
Himiko locked the warehouse and gleefully stretched her new limbs.
Was there anything more perfect than getting to be the person she loved?
Writing angst eases my stress of daily life.
I honestly think that Himiko would do something like this if she could. Yes, she wants to kill Stain, but she's also obsessive and wants to be him which is easier to do if he's alive to draw blood from.
