First Blood - Fiction
Hello everyone, just thought I'd write this little piece that came to me at 4am, I hope you enjoy it! This piece will only be here until the first of May but will be available to members on my buy me a coffee (the link is in my description), it will not be removed from there. Now that the introduction is over, please enjoy.
First Blood
The blood on my hands grew colder and stickier as time passed by. Despite the revulsion I felt at the sensation I was also, oddly, fascinated by it. The feeling of taking someone’s life and covering myself in the evidence.
When I first saw him I just knew that it would have to be him. A beautiful smile was plastered on his face as he laughed with his friends. His shaggy, golden hair flying through the air as he threw his head back and closed his emerald eyes. Truly, he was a vision. It would have been impossible to restrain myself, how could anyone? I had never felt such pure satisfaction before, as I watched his ivory skin fade to grey and glittering eyes become dull. As the seconds turned to minutes I couldn’t help myself from touching his luscious locks stained crimson, winding it around my fingers before cutting a portion off to keep.
A reminder of my first masterpiece.