-Demon Eyes-
Chapter Two - Blood to Seep
Her high pitched shriek was truly deafening, the sound vibrated against my eardrums as it echoed in my ears painfully. But the pain visible in her venomous green eyes as blackness rained from them was much worse - worse than any pain I had ever experienced.
It was a sight that would stay etched forever in my cold un-beating heart, one that would haunt every moment of my existence from hence forth.
For I knew there was nothing I could do, nothing to make her pain subside. I wanted so badly to help her, to save her, to silence her excruciating shrieks, wanted to - more than I had ever wanted anything ever before. But there was nothing that I could do.
The invisible iron resistant's that held her captive were too strong, too restraining. Her brittle little bones were too weak to be pried away from them.
Wanting to prove myself wrong, I once again clasped her frail shoulders in my rough hands, fruitlessly using all my strength to attempt to release her, ignoring the weakness of her bones and worrying not of the bruises my actions would cause as I yanked violently at her brittle shoulders. But it was no use, she just would not budge.
My failed efforts caused fury to erupt from me and I rammed my clenched fist into the stone wall beside her, it made an almighty bang as it made harsh contact with the granite. My knuckles burned as they grazed the rough surface, breaking my skin and causing blood to seep slowly from them. The discomfort was oddly satisfying, so I once again pounded my fist harder into the wall with an angry groan, ignoring the painful crack of several bones in my hand.
I clamped my teeth firmly together, rocking my head from side to side, trying to control my frustration, I began to consider how better to help her than continuing to crush my fist against the ancient architecture. But the more I fought to devise a plan, the more impossible the mission seemed.
When I glanced back at her agonised expression, I couldn't help but feel as if time was rapidly running out and I realised that I had very little time to devise a plan, I needed to act soon - or else it really would be too late.
For her wide bulging eyes were completely blood shot, so much so that the whiteness of her eyes were now painted deep scarlet. She really was a sight for sore eyes. While I gazed into her pain stricken crimson eyes I became intensely aware of the stinging sensation radiating from my broken knuckles, noticing my precious blood trickle down my long fingers.
I absently lifted them towards my cold lips, reluctantly clasping my eyes shut in defeat. No sooner had her terrifying form disappeared from my vision did an insane idea spring to mind. I opened my eyes like a shot and without any contemplation acted swiftly on putting my impulsive idea into action.
I positioned my bare arm against her blood tinged fangs, pressing it against them so what they pierced through my flesh causing blood to slowly ooze from my veins and into her mouth. No longer able to cause those deafening shrieks, she instantly bit down against my arm.
Her fangs penetrated my cold flesh deeply as she began to suck eagerly and greedily. My blood gushed freely into her mouth flowing slowly down her throat making her gurgle quietly. The wound she had created ached agonisingly, yet the sensation of my blood oozing so freely into her mouth was oddly thrilling.
I felt my head involuntary loll forward as a sense of dizziness overwhelmed me. She was weakening me tremendously, yet I couldn't bear to pull my arm away. So instead I stood dizzily marvelling at the odd pleasure, aware that it was the first time in months that I actually felt as if I could truly abide the sorrow that haunted my existence.
Who could have imagined the cure to my depression was to go against my nature and allow another of my kind to abuse our power; to allow another to feed from me just as I had fed from many.
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