Four hours, four fucking hours and Destro was getting tired of waiting. As he kept cutting, it barely seemed to work, making the vampire frustrated. In the back of his mind, he knew it was impossible for him to get over the pain in just one day, doing it in hours would be equally unfeasible.
Giving one last, deep cut, Destro stopped, breathing hard with his bloodied hands, the knife being completely covered in red, even along the hilt. “Fuck! Stop being such a fucking bitch.” Destro shook his head, getting up and striding over towards the bathroom to clean his hands off.
Once he came back cleaner than earlier, he put the knife down and looked at Ashley, looking him right in the eyes and whispering to him. “You aren’t allowed out of this building again. And…I order you to take a fucking shower, you’re disgusting.” Destro said with a distasteful voice, unshackling Ashley and then giving him a hard push off his bed. “Get up. You aren’t being fed for another two days so try to survive.” Destro went to grab another blanket, saying that as if it was possible. A vampire losing that much blood would probably last another day at the most before dying, or going insane. And Destro knew that.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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