Bleed It Out

Unique blood.

Luring scent, enticing aroma, taste that makes the spine tingle with pleasure.Warm ashen skin that calls, peels open willing and tempting invasion of the bounty beneath. Crimson splendour that rises to greet, ripples over desperate tongue to sooth and calm, rejuvenate and heal, intoxicate and exhilarate, excite and arouse...capable of all and so much more.

There is nothing like his, nothing compares.

And it was hers, all hers...no one else until...someone stole. Manipulated and fooled, twisted vampire tricks that she knew all too well and yet...how sinful they were.

Probing fangs, touching lips, dirty creeping fingers upon beautiful elven skin. Elven skin with the great wolf simmering beneath. Yet he’d been fooled this time. The very image made her sick.

Sick enough to bite? To take away the image that assaulted even behind the eyes, into the mind...never leaving, forever tormenting, even in sleep? It had been a long time yet some things hurt just a little too much. A little too deep.

Possession ate at her, jealousy churned and stained insides with a bitterness that sank down to the soul. Watching him rest after admission, confession...strange mesh of fury and dark despair consumed her. She could erase the memory but would mean reliving it, both of them. What to do? What to do? Every impulse to wipe it out, replace imperfect punctures with her own. Reclaim. The feeling consumed her until could bare no more.

Outside the crisp air was biting, whispers of winter laced in the cold sting that for once she felt cut deep as she walked. Footsteps on the cobbles echoed until grass underfoot provided softer hint of her sweeping away, eyes narrowed into the distance.

She ought to be with him now. Waiting for him to wake. Caring for him, supporting him, showing him it mattered not...but it did. Would he shy from her now, would wild blue eyes upon that perfect curve detest him? Make him turn away, tremble with unease. The wrong kind of shiver?

Criss-cross of faded scars looked back at her, milky skin that seemed to whisper...take me, break me...if you can’t him then who else? Oh how she wanted to seek vengeance now. Both sides tensed coiled like a deadly spring. The vampire who could assault minds and torture memories. The wolf that could assault flesh and torture limbs. Yet all she had found were deserted castles and evaded knowledge.

Satisfaction was denied of her as she walked unknowingly, a ghostly figure with imposing demeanour. Sidestepped, avoided, ignored...lucky for them she had allowed it for her dark distractions.

She needed vengeance. It ate away at her like poison, bitter and corrosive. She must pay, filthy undead parasite. Retribution would be claimed. For her. For him. But first...

Fangs strained and ached against bleeding gums, taste of it sharp and familiar. A hint but not enough. It was no worthy substitute but it was better than nothing.

Fangs grazed, eyes gleamed, lashes fluttered. Blood spilled. Soft accompanying groan might have sounded approving, relieved yet it was more pitiful, more unfulfilled...brief welcome oblivion swelled all too quickly with imposing clarity.

It had not been like this before. It had been her release, her escape as self serving and disgraceful as it was. Was it no longer enough?

She was stronger now, so much stronger. Her nature embraced and instincts followed. She didn’t hide in the shadows anymore; she walked them freely uncaring of what anyone thought. She had become selfish and colder, detached from what she once had been, pathetic and desperate to please, to be accepted. In ways it made her ugly, indifferent...a bitch, a bully...a loner with a hardened shell that only one could truly see beneath.

Thoughts of sleeping babes, gratefully oblivious to their parents’ hardships. Yet would not be so forever. She had to protect them...protect them all. And yet...just a moments release, was she not deserving? Just a moment, a brief respite before she’d hunt on.

Fangs pierced through unresisting skin once more, purplish prominent veins spilling forth over salivating tongue. But still not enough. Flair of anger growling out of her in vibrating resonance glaring at torn skin. It was not enough...she needed him now...her own bite not enough. Bleed it out she needed to bleed it out.

She lifted her face to the moon, hair rippled in the breeze, sudden gust whipped it against her face and like a lion feeling the sting of the ringmasters lash she tore into her skin again, ferocious and desperate to feel that abandon. Again and again in a crimson haze fangs tore until she slumped back to witness the result. Smooth silky skin mangled and devastated. Arteries slashed, muscle torn, bone exposed. She blinked with neither satisfaction or remorse. Blood oozed and snaked twisted path between ravaged flesh down to her elbow.

She’d grown strong despite the waver that threatened to tip her sideways as she rose to her feet like a thorn ripped up between through the roses. Brief thought of familiar lycan teeth upon her own neck brought a subtle dark smile to her lips, a needful sigh. She’d have no one spoil that which was theirs, shared blood, shared bonds...it had been too long.

Flingers flexed to the earth, staining droplets to follow as she stalked silently back towards the torch lights in the distance. If she could not find comfort and fulfilment of her burning needs this way...she would seek that which she’d shied from for what seemed like too long. For all its danger, all its risks she missed the afterglow...the twisted empowerment...it could kill her yet it only made her stronger.

They would pay for what they stole.
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You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again
What don't kill you makes you more strong
You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again
What don't kill you makes you more strong

Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don't kill you makes you more strong
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don't kill you makes you more strong

Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insights

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred
But we die hard

The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What don't kill you makes you more strong
The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What don't kill you makse you more strong

Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill you makes you more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill you makes you more strong

They scratched me
They scraped me
They cut and rape me

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Braiding your soul in a hard luck story
Show your scars
Spilling your blood in a hot suns foray
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
We die hard

We die hard
We die hard