((Turns out I miss counted -.- and named almost all of them wrong.. silly me :P
So 8 is 9
7 is 8
6 is 7
5 is 6
4 is 5
4 is 4
3 is 3
2 is 2
1 is 1)) link link link link link link link link link link
~~~~~~ Diary Entry #2
The thirst keeps growing. It's like a hunger Ты can never fulfill. It sucks. I want it to end. I've fed a lot еще since Dad, I still hate that he was my first taste of blood, but I do feel guilty feeding on those poor innocent people. I just don't want to die, in retrospect I don't want to have a never ending thirst. All in all , it needs to stop.
My fangs are bigger than before and it fucking hurts. I.. just want... No...I am going to rip them out, the pliers are right here. I'm doing it. Maybe if they're gone I won't hunger anymore.
I stared hard at the metal pliers, then back to the mirror at my pearly fangs.
"I couldn't really just pull them out could I?"
I knew I'd endured much more. But the only problem was: I was doing it to myself. I inhaled sharply and stared longer.
I had to numb the pain. At least tone it done from excruciating to less-excruciating. But with what? Maybe Damian had something in the bathroom.
Quietly I stood and snuck from my room to the bathroom. I jumped at my reflection, my eyes were a dark red and as I touched my face, I sucked in a breath.
I was.... Cold.
I clenched my fist, I was no longer human. I was no longer a living, breathing, warm-bodied, human. I was now cold, evil, and nothing but a thing that struck fear into everyone. The realization of this, caused me to slam my fist into the gross reflection. I blinked, my hand didn't hit a hard wall, but was moving freely in a hollow compartment. This mirror couldn't be opened или moved.
"What is Damian hiding?" I hissed. Shakily, I removed the remaining pieces of glass revealing a small syringe, liquid painkiller, another pair of pliers, rubbing alcohol, and a bloodied rag. My eyes widened, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't Вопрос why it was there, I just wanted those damn fangs out.
Quietly, I sneaked back into my room and sat in front of the mirror. My supplies was gently laid out and I grabbed the alcohol and cleaned the syringe with it. I needed to numb my mouth, so I quickly pricked my gums.
It felt like trying to push a sewing-needle through a thick piece of cloth and it won't just go, and Ты have to force it through and as Ты push the strands of the cloth, in this instance my flesh, tugged on the point not wanting to let it enter, so Ты just have варенье, джем it harder 'till it's all the way through.
Giving and exhale I pumped the medicine into my gums. Instantly, I could feel my mouth numbing.
So far so good.
I removed the syringe with a whimper and picked up the new set of pliers. This was it. I was going to pull them out. I let out a groan,"This is going to be like a bad dentist appointment!" Gradually, I placed the cool metal on my large canine and clamped down hard, so hard, I felt the tooth crack under the pressure and the warm metallicity flavored blood flow slowly from it. It sent a shocking pain through my body. I shivered and hissed,"Why am I feeling it.. I shouldn't feel it!" But despite my brain's protests I pulled on the tooth. I felt the root of the tooth being twisted and tearing apart the nerves that attached themselves to the bone. Blood filled my mouth and tears fled down my face but I pulled harder and the feeling of it un-rooting shot through my body. With one last tug I tore the fang out. Coughing, I spat out the blood and drenched the rag in alcohol and shoved it onto the empty Космос where my tooth was. A sharp sting glazed my body and I screamed through the towel. It was like being stabbed over and over again.
After my episode and the numbing pain, I stared at the large canine. Strings of nerves and flesh stuck to the bloody tooth. I dropped it in disgust. The stinging of the missing tooth was dying down. So I decided it was on to the next.
Shakily I placed the pliers tightly on the other fang. My hands pulled away but I forced them to return. I clamped the pliers harder into I could feel the bone splitting and the nerves being exposed. A whine escaped my throat but I continued. As the cold bloody metal touched my nerve-endings I sharp pain pumped through my body. The pain caused me to apply a little too
much pressure to the pliers. In result the tooth splintered and shattered. Shards of bone dropped to the floor and I looked up blinking back tears. I looked closely and spotted one remaining fleck of fang still rooted into my gums. A lone shiver shook my body. I planted the pliers onto the, my whole body screamed "No!"
but I ignored it and pulled with a great force, unrooting the tooth and removing it for good.
It was done, they were gone. I sat there, my body shaking violently, my vision blurred, but something snapped me back to reality. Clapping? I heard clapping?
I turned hesitantly, my hands twitching, to see a tall man standing there watching. Damian...
His voice was harsh,"Hope Ты enjoyed that. Because I sure did."
I went to say something but it hurt to talk, it hurt to even move.
"It hurts huh?" He slowly made his way over and got on his knees before me. "You thought if Ты got rid of them it would all end?" His tone started to get harsh," Ты thought Ты could be free and leave. That this
would solve all your problems." His hands gripped my wrists so tight, I could hardly feel my fingers,"But listen, Blade, none of it works... nothing.. they come back again and again. Like a weed. Ты pull them and they go for awhile.. but with time they come back. And the pain is ten times worse than the pulling." Damian hissed through clenched teeth,"The only way to escape all of it.. is to put the right kind of bullet. Through. Your. Head."
Slowly he pulled his onyx colored gun from his waist, placed it to my head, moved his finger on the trigger, and with his free hand, wrapped my index finger around his.
Damian's voice came out with pure and utter hate,"So do it, Blade, free yourself.. if that is what Ты really
I felt it, the fear creeping in, and spreading through my body. Was this really the only way out?
Blue eyes opened and a gasp, in sudden alarm, echoed around the room. Tears clung to his eyelashes and his mouth ached with pain. He could feel someone's fear. Someone's pain. Her
A cold, dark expression stayed on D's face. What felt like hours passing, were only mere seconds, when I released my hand. The look on his face faded and brightened,"Good... I want Ты to know something. I tried the exact same over and over.. there is no cure, Blade." Suddenly those demon eyes of his widened and he stood up while backing away,"No. No. No. How did he know."
I managed to mumble out a "What?" and as he reached the door he turned and hissed,"He's coming for you." before slamming and locking the door.
He? I searched my mind for, who he could be.. then it struck me. Terror.
~~~~~ ((The interactive and this Статья have been put on hold for awhile so I can begin Письмо "A Dark Trek Through Wonderland." Anywho.. whoop whoop this series is almost over!))