Slit My Wrist And Black My Eyes Novels & Stories

Viktor walks over to me and says, “He needs your blood. Please come over here.” Shocked, I cautiously make my way to him and then he quickly grabs ahold of my hand with his slick boney fingers before he slices my wrist with a bone knife in his other hand. My eyes feel like they pop out as I watch the blood pour out of my veins and the thick red substance coats the bottom of his bowl. Dipping a finger in it, he brings it to his mouth, and I stare at it in horror as he flicks his grotesque tongue out and he licks it.

I said. They had already drunk my blood and that must have sufficed their price because they suddenly surrounded my wrist and shattered the bracelet into tiny pieces. The impact sent dainty shards flying all over the black and silver room. I grabbed my wrist and rubbed my opposing hand across it. I instantly felt the body fog completely dissipating. As soon as it was all gone, and I was back to normal I could feel the familiar tingling in the palm of my hand.

I try to open the window but I it doesn't budge. I start to cry in frustration as I struggle with the heavy window. Oww, my arm is hurting. What happened to my arm anyway? I slowly unwrap the bandage and gasp when I see the huge cut across my wrist with large black stitches. God, it’s a bad stitch job. My tears of fear start to fall. Whoever cut my arm didn’t care if I bled to death as that’s a main artery. With shaking legs I walk into the bathroom and close the door.

It can’t be happening now, no. I cry out in pain and this time, I do feel something leave my mouth, it forces my mouth wide open to a point that I almost think it might tear it open. My eyes bulge out and my chest heaves as whatever is in my throat finally leaves. Candace screams loudly and that makes me open my eyes. My eyes land on the floor where there’s a long line of slime and I catch sight of something entirely black before it disappears from view. My heart is beating erratically, I can’t believe what is going on right now.

But, he was quick to dodge. Bang! The sound was a physical blow. My ears rang. My vision blurred into a black and white static. Flashes of dark kept memories flew past my eyes, like it was presently happening. A searing pain so sharp it stole my breath, erupted in my arm. I watched as dark red liquid bloomed across my sleeve. The warmth of my own blood trickled down to my fingers. " Ahh!" I cried, grasping my left with my right hand...

If I am going to take my own life, I know I can't do it by holding my breath. I shut my eyes tightly and bite down on my lower lip as I use the sharpest edge of the glass to slit my wrists. Blood shoots out immediately and I let out a low gasp, unable to silently endure the burning pain. It slowly lessens to a dull ache and I sigh in relief. I drop the piece of glass and watch the thick blood find it's way out of the confinement of my veins and arteries.

"Take a look, your eyes are changing." I quickly ran to the mirror and sure enough my eyes had turned pitch black with an inner ring of violet! I was quickly beginning to panic again. I had no idea what was happening. I turned towards my mate, fear etched into my features. I took a step towards him, but I soon crumpled to the floor, my body screaming in pain. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing but an agonizing whine came out. My ears were ringing and every joint in my body lit up like the fourth of July! My bones all cracked at once and searing pain enveloped me. I was so blinded by pain that I wasn't aware of Rollings running with me in his arms and Rae and Braxton were hot on his hee

After what felt like forever, he finally pulled the fabric carefully over the deep cut on my shoulder then slowly down my torso and leaving me in the light slip underneath my dress. “I’m going to try to heal you alright? But I need you to relax and do exactly as I ask you to, understand? “ “Okay” I agreed, not seeing other option at this point. I watched in haze as his eyes changed from his usual grey colors to dark pretty quickly with large canines for teeth before he stretched forth his hand and sank them into his wrist before offering it to me. “Drink” he ordered, pushing it more at me. “No, I can’t” I cried, turning my head from his risk just ad quickly.

At most extend I didn't even feel it. I just took it and kept it on my wrist. As I pushed it inside my muscles. Causing me immense pain. As I started to bring it on and started to slid it till down. While I melt yelling and crying out. While my breath went abnormal. I crying out in pain and all. The floor spreading all over the dinning table. As I took the blade again after slitting my one hand. And kept it on another. Once again dragging it till down. Crying out while i slit my another hand. And just respected back in my seat. And cried out loud in pain.

​Slash! ​Unsheathing my fingernails, which had suddenly hardened into black, claw-like points, I dragged them across my left wrist without a single second of hesitation. Fresh, dark crimson blood—nearly pitch black—poured heavily onto the cold marble floor. A sharp, biting pain pierced my consciousness, but it was nothing compared to the absolute fire of vengeance consuming my chest. ​With this blood, I lock our fates, I chanted silently, shutting my eyes tight. ​Whoosh!