Blood

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, my voice shaking

"Yes." He touched the tip of the knife to my skin.

"Ready?" He whispered and the knife sunk into my skin. He pulled it slowly out of me and watched the blood bubble up and spill over my skin. The crimson blood stood out from my pale skin. For some reason it didn't hurt yet. He dipped his finger into the blood and tasted it. I was very grossed out. Not from the blood but from the fact that he tasted my blood. His eyes widened and licked the blood off my arm. Then when my arm was clean, he sucked at the wound. I stared at him flabbergasted. He lifted his head for a moment.

"Your blood is so good!" He said breathlessly and then continued to suck on my wound till no more blood came out. I couldn't believe what was happing. Like I wasn't the one being attacked but at the same time I could taste bile in my mouth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. When I opened my eyes, he kissed me. Rage filled my veins. I pushed him away violently.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" I screamed. He had pushed me to my limits, and I was done with all this crap. "Don't you ever do that again you gross weirdo!"

"Ok." He replied nonchalantly. That made me even more pissed off.

"What the hell! Do you not understand! Do you just not care about anyone's fucking feelings!" He chuckled.

"What the hell is so fucking funny?!" I growled. I wanted to punch him so so badly.

"Kath. Look I'm sorry for pissing you off. Well, kinda. I just can't help but think you're adorable when you're mad.