A shiver ran down his spine as the cold metal pressed against his skin. He moaned as the edge of the knife gently parted his skin. Looking down, he saw the thinnest of lines, and a small droplet oozed out, and sat on the pale skin he owned, taunting him.
He succumbed to the temptation, bringing down the knife to his wrist, feeling the warm blood drip out, slowly at first, then more rapidly as he sawed the skin deeper and deeper. He brought his lips to the red liquid and slurped at it, savouring the salty iron taste. No, he was not a vampire.
He began to slit his other wrist too, now in a frenzy, blood dripping from his teeth, trailing past his lips onto his chin. He licked at the blood, loving the taste, as a connoisseur would a glass of wine. This red wine was different though.
Ignoring the darkness at the edge of his field of vision, the knife found its way up his forearms, the skin turning red from the crisscross of cuts forming.
Faster, faster.
In his haste, he dropped the knife. Fumbling, he could not find it in the half gloom. He tore at his skin with his nails, gasping, not with pain, but with pleasure. He ripped his shirt off and started on his chest.
Deeper, deeper.
More blood dripped down his chin, as his teeth scraped on his lips. He gulped down more blood greedily.
Drink your fill.
He felt the knife pressing against his thigh. Without hesitation, he grabbed it and slashed the leg of his pants.
Unmarked skin. Not for long. He threw his head back and cried out feverishly as he dragged the knife slowly along the entire length of his thigh.
Again, again.
He complied, the knife making its way up and down his thigh, as a lover would caress one's skin. Panting, he relished the pain. Welcomed it. Embraced it.
Ripping the other pant leg, he ran the edge against his skin, tenderly peeling away the skin. A smile played around his lips as he felt more blood gush out.
The darkness was more prominent. Time was running out. He needed to enjoy this as much as possible. Throwing down the knife, his friend, he brought his teeth to whatever skin he could reach, biting, ripping, slitting, gashing. Power slowly ebbed out of him. He was becoming limp. Curling up, he sipped slowly at the blood. He was covered in blood.
This was how he came into the world.
This is how he went out.