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A/N: This is a little bit autobiography, a dose of horror, and some mundane thrown in. Not sure where it came from, but I welcome opinions. Thanks.
As she watched the blood drip slowly the open wound, a tiny mischievous smile lit upon her face, quick and soft-a moth beating its wings against glass. There was a hole there, huge and gaping where the blemish had once adorned her pail flesh. It felt strangely good to see herself cut open, knowing for once, it had not been her doing. There was an odd sort of satisfaction in being able to carry the scar with a clear conscience. Perhaps, she thought, there is a bright side to doctors after all.
Clearly, her sense of masochism was over-developed, but things might have been worse. All she knew was that the pain felt good, almost right, anchoring her in a way that nothing else could. Most people would have turned their heads. She did, at first. Needles slid through her flesh and stung like bees as they reached their marks.
Ah, numbness! No pain now as she sat watching the doctor thread black stitches through the still-seeping wound. The sight of the blood being absorbed by the cotton in the nurse's hard made her stomach rumble with a strange hunger. She could never share that with anyone. They'd only say she was crazy, her head full of vampire movies and tantalized by the thought of gore.
That wasn't it at all. She knew the taste of blood, that most sacred of fluids. She knew how it felt for that peaceful calm to settle deep into her mind after she'd sated the Thirst. Her mind and emotions were always so still then. Quiet. No sense of urgency rushing through her entire form. Just stillness.
She savored the rich taste of it lingering on her tongue. It was always warm, seeming to nourish her better than any food could. She needed, without knowing why. She wouldn't say she was vampire. No, she was simply a human with a need for blood, and that was all. Nothing superhuman about that. She endured her fair share of teasing and more from her family when she dared to bring it up to them. They loved her, she knew, but they would never love all of her. She was too much outside their accepted reality.
As she watched the blood drip slowly the open wound, a tiny mischievous smile lit upon her face, quick and soft-a moth beating its wings against glass. There was a hole there, huge and gaping where the blemish had once adorned her pail flesh. It felt strangely good to see herself cut open, knowing for once, it had not been her doing. There was an odd sort of satisfaction in being able to carry the scar with a clear conscience. Perhaps, she thought, there is a bright side to doctors after all.
Clearly, her sense of masochism was over-developed, but things might have been worse. All she knew was that the pain felt good, almost right, anchoring her in a way that nothing else could. Most people would have turned their heads. She did, at first. Needles slid through her flesh and stung like bees as they reached their marks.
Ah, numbness! No pain now as she sat watching the doctor thread black stitches through the still-seeping wound. The sight of the blood being absorbed by the cotton in the nurse's hard made her stomach rumble with a strange hunger. She could never share that with anyone. They'd only say she was crazy, her head full of vampire movies and tantalized by the thought of gore.
That wasn't it at all. She knew the taste of blood, that most sacred of fluids. She knew how it felt for that peaceful calm to settle deep into her mind after she'd sated the Thirst. Her mind and emotions were always so still then. Quiet. No sense of urgency rushing through her entire form. Just stillness.
She savored the rich taste of it lingering on her tongue. It was always warm, seeming to nourish her better than any food could. She needed, without knowing why. She wouldn't say she was vampire. No, she was simply a human with a need for blood, and that was all. Nothing superhuman about that. She endured her fair share of teasing and more from her family when she dared to bring it up to them. They loved her, she knew, but they would never love all of her. She was too much outside their accepted reality.
