The sound seemed to shoot through his brain and down his spine, a loud grinding gave him a headache, but he couldnt stop. He hated the things, with a ferocity he couldn't quite put into words.
The only conclusion? Doing this every week, to keep them away.
Danny winced as his hand slipped, leaning his head over the sink and spat out the blood now welling up in his mouth. Just a scratched gum, it was fine. It would heal.
He took a deep breath, letting the throbbing in his skull ebb away for a moment before spitting that metallic taste out again.
The mirror seemed to mock him when he looked up at it, his black hair framing exhausted eyes and the smudges of tired purple under them. He bared his teeth in a grin, ignoring the red seeping out between the spaces between.
He poked at the tip of his eyetooth with a thumb, nodding with satisfaction. It was even, flat enough to be human.
Danny picked up the metal file, tapping it on the sink to get rid of the film of saliva and enamel still clinging to it.
Opened his mouth to peer at the long, slightly curved fang fitting neatly amongst his other (normal) teeth.
Ignored the blood. (it would heal. It's fine)
The grinding gave him a headache.