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"O satanic Lord," Nothing. It was too early to give up, but I already did. My feet were cold, and my left index finger itched for whatever reason. "O satanic Lord," I dug in with my nail and began itching. "O satanic - ouch!" Blood. It was gushing like nothing I'd seen before, dripping on the floor like my finger was a man who'd just been decapitated. Luckily for me, I owned a first aid kit. Frown formed on my face as I grew immediately angry. Hail a satanic Lord, they said, not to maim yourself.

Every movement is a struggle as the venom spreads through our veins, weakening us from within. “Mark me, you little bitch, or I will make your little slut watch as I fuck you! Do you think she would still want you after that?” Her words echoed in my head, taunting me as I struggled to catch my breath. Fuck. My hand shook uncontrollably as I tried to stem the contestant flow of blood from my neck. I was bleeding out. I knew it. The pain was unbearable, unlike anything I had experienced before, but all I could think about was that I was too weak to stop Felicity and if she wanted to do any of those vile things to me, how would Stacey cope seeing that? Why am I not healing? Was it the wolfsbane

It could be evil. Calisté walked towards the corpse of Tae with the knife in her hand and as she made to slash his thumb too, Jimin held her hand back, alarmed. “Woah woah woah,” he exclaimed. “What the heck are you doing?” “I sure wouldn’t appreciate you interrupting me again,” she frowned and wriggled herself out of his grip. She slashed Tae’s thumb with the blade and Jimin was surprised to see that a hundred year old corpse still bled fresh black blood. Dabbing at the blood with her hand, she placed it on Jimin’s head and made a triangle with it as well.

I immediately sucked the blood on my finger and Beth's eyes grew bigger at what I did. "What are you doing?!"Beth asked me emphatically. "I suck to stop the bleeding" I replied. "Do you have a Vampire blood?,"she asked me again "Calm down,Beth.I know what I'm doing, okay?" I replied to her. She sighed at what I said.I was disgusted with myself as to why I was careless.The bleeding on my finger stopped but it was still painful.I just couldn't stop the pain.But i still brought the food to put down on the table.

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

My fingers dug into the dirt, my nails lengthening into claws as I struggled to contain the beast within. Suddenly, a searing agony ripped through my chest, and My world went dark…..

Is this going to be pretty awesome? Yes, I think I'm losing my mind because of Bellevera's doing, infecting me. I just found that my middle finger was sticking out and starting to enter the soaking wet tunnel. I'm still not satisfied, I made two fingers coming in and out of my tunnel. The more I felt the sensation that starting to arouse my mind, making me fully insane.

There were no stairs to get to it. Wings sprouted from her back and she flew to the door. It had no handle for her to turn. But there were several patterns of a dragon’s scales designed on it. She quickly bit her middle finger and touched the door with it. As she expected, blood began to flow out of her bleeding finger at a fast rate. Soon the patterns were all dyed with her blood. She wanted to take back her hand but to her dismay, she could not. Blood kept trickling from her middle finger at an even faster rate.

“Keep fighting!” Gerey felt like his hands were dipped in red-hot, scalding lava but still, he could bear it's sting. In fact, it was welcomed this time around and his final punch came. With eyes still shut tight, his entire weight rested on his curled toes. His abdomen was throbbing, his head was pounding, his heart was pulsating, but he let it out. A bluish, beautiful flame flew from his fingers, blending with the oxygenated atmosphere. The most beautiful thing Cwena or Sir. Oswic had ever seen all their lives.

Please, just tell me what to do. 'You can't do anything! Get away, I told you to get the fuck away! ' he said, practically spitting out the words. Rising up onto his knees, he slammed his hand against the wall and I gasped. The tips of his fingers were all black. Even as I stared at them, it was spreading, like an oil-slick seeping over his skin, until it had crept over his knuckles. His groans were louder now, full of anguish and pain and exertion, as his fingers scratched at the wall.