Blood. It was everywhere, pooling withint he bathtub, trickling over the side due to the bath being overflowed with the crimson liquid of death. The blood is from many. Males. Females. Victims. Loved ones. Anyone she could get her hands on. Anyone she could kill in seconds flat. Children. Teenagers. Adults. Old age. Blood was blood. Though she preferred the blood of a virgin, it was hard to come by in these times. A creak causes the wooden door of the bathing room to open, and in steps the murderer. The one who filled the tub with blood. The one who caused pain. Pale skin contrasting against the dark bath robe around her, and her short dual colored hair framing her face. Though the left side is covered slightly by bangs of red and black. Slowly the robe is removed, revealing creamy skin, ripe round breasts and curves most woman would die for. And she had died for it. Her humanity ripped away. A small, sinister smile curls along her ruby lips causing greenish-brown eyes to crickle at the sides. With grace, a leg is picked up as she steps over the rim of the tub, painted black nails disappearing into the mass of red liquid. The liquid is her life line, keeping her fresh and beautiful. With another graceful movement she stood within the tub, watching the liquid ripple around her knees and drip over the side of the tub onto the floor, staining the white tile even more. With a sadistic smirk, she lowered herself into the mass until half of her breasts were hidden within the liquid. Bringing long, black finger nails to the surface watching as the liquid rippled. Dipping in fingertips, she chuckled softly like a small ringing of a bell coming from her lips. Pupils dialated into slits as fingertips were brought out of the water, her index finger popping into her mouth and she licked the blood away slowly. She could hear creaks along the floorboards outsidethe bathing room, alerting her of her love's presence. Surely, he would know it was time for her blood bath. The door creaked open, and there he stood staring at her with multi-colored eyes pupils dialating at the site of her within the tub of blood. Smirks were exchanged and fangs revealed from under their upper lips. Another creak was heard as the door was closed and the lock was locked. No one would know what was to happen after that. It was much to private to tell.
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