A/N this is a series of three vignettes, called Sanguine, Amor, Libido. Loosely translated from Latin, it means Blood, Love, Lust. The first is Riff's side of the story, the second is Magenta, and the third is supposed to be DeLordy's, but eh, I dunno about that. They were all supposed to be posted at once, but I kinda, uh, am hoping if y'all would like to be nice and eh, help? Just another decent character for a chapter called "LUST" or eh, a good idea for DeLordy….Thankies!
SANGUINE
The seeping red permiated everything that it touched. It sank deeply into the grout, stained the ceramic and porcelin the dotted the area, giving the room an eerie pink tint. He was amazed at just how much there was. Five pints. Five pints of the oozing, viscous liquid that was lapping gently at his boots. He stepped backwards to prevent any of the liquid from leaking into his shoes.
His eyes moved from the ever growing pool to the source of all of the liquid, the founting, still spurting. She was lying on the floor, spread eagled the way she fell. As the life-giving juice poured out of her, she turned a paler, more palid shade of grey. She was beautiful, in spite of that. Her only mar was the thin white line that marked what had happened.
She hadn't even noticed him, when he had snuck up behind her. She hadn't even flinched, not until it was too late. Not until he had pushed the edge of the blade into her skin. He leaned in, and gave her a fierce kiss, that sucked the breath out of her, as he drew the blade across her throat. She had mumbled something as she died, but he didn't care.
It felt wonderful, amazingly freeing, and he was loving it. But as he looked at the slowing flow, all he could think about was how that blood, so close to his own, and been spilt. How he had just poured it out from the one person that he had ever loved, cleansing him of everything he ever had. But just as she had robbed him of his love by sleeping with that ugly rat, he robbed her off her life.
