Blood ran down her leg in little rivers and began to form a small pool at her feet. She tightened her grip on the razor and pressed it harder into her skin, making a long shallow cut. She moved the blade and watched fascinated as the cut quickly closed over. Cutting had become her release this past year and since she was a slayer she didn't have to worry about her little habit leaving scars. She was thankful for that. The last year had been pure hell and cutting was her way of forgetting the pain of everyday life. There was something about the feel of the blade sliding against her skin, the sting of the cut, and watching the wound heal that soothed her. In a way it made her feel more alive than anything she did. Well almost anything.
Since finding out she was a slayer two and a half years ago her life had changed greatly. Slaying was her favorite extracurricular activity. It was the other thing besides cutting that made her feel alive. She loved the adrenaline rush she got when fighting vamps. Knowing that any battle could very well be her last excited her. She didn't know why, it just did. But it hadn't always been that way.
When she had first found out she was a slayer she hadn't wanted anything to do with that life. When offered the chance to be trained she had flat out refused. They had tried to convince her otherwise but she couldn't be persuaded. She had had too many good things going on in her life to be bothered with that mess. For over a year she stayed away from the life of a slayer. But all that changed when her life did. The one person she thought she could count to never leave her had turned and walked away. The pain she had felt had been unbearable and thats when she had turned to cutting.
She still remembered her first experience like it was yesterday. She had been laying in bed thinking how awful her life had become when, in an attempt to dull the pain, she had grabbed a box cutter and slashed her thigh. In a trance she had watched as the blood ran down her leg and had been fascinated when the cut closed over. She had cut herself again and again until she believed what she was seeing. It seemed being a slayer made her invincible. It had been then that she had called the council and said she was ready to be trained. A year later found her in college, without a watcher, and still cutting to ease the pain.