#blooddriven

heels clicked as she made her way through the darkened corridor. the sounds of the city slowly muddling out as she stepped further and further away from the lit streets. people so casually spending their time doing their silly little tasks. hanging out with their so called friends. they didn’t even smell the fresh corpse that laid feet away. how tantalizing the scent was to her-- the overwhelming scent of iron and rust-- the warm flesh just ripe for biting into--

however-- someone else was in the way.

❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜

how he belittled her-- how much her anger for him seethed. the words she’d told herself were one thing-- but someone like him feeling so brazen and bold to spit them in her face.

it burned.

yet considering all the odds-- the fact she was furthest from being even seen as a threat by most. he stood beneath her. blood dripping from her arm downward, mixing with his own on the dirtied concrete. she had him in her hands, with her kagune poised to pierce through every inch of him-- to send every ounce of her strength to make it hurt.

yet she hesitated.

removing her foot from his chest, she would move away. her guard still raised yet-- it’d be unwise for him to continue. even if he got in another hit on her... she’d rip him apart.

‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ‘