Bleed

The house was quiet—too quiet these days. There had been few words between them since what began with love ended in cramps and a bloody stain on the carpet that Vash still couldn't totally scrub out.

Two people united in matrimony. One human, one anything but. Never had it been clearer than that terrible day.

At night, Vash leaned over her huddled form. "I'm sorry." His voice betrayed an anguish that he never showed in daylight. For her sake. "Don't push me away. We can try again."

"No." She put more distance between them. "I'm never doing that again."