Nosebleeds and Daggers (DM)

Chapter 20- Events no seer could ever foresee

(!!TW/CONTENT WARNING!! this chapter will include mature themes, s3xual interactions, blood, knifes, violence, grisly and grotesque descriptions, and more possibly triggering topics)

Odette Viotto-

I've thrown a stone into a brook to break my face. I've scratched my skin to know just how it felt— attacked by your own person.

- Erica Dawson

The boys lips met the girls in a moment of lustful passion- catching the girl in obvious surprise.— She stumbled back, her eyes widening in astonishment as her body tensed.

Though, to the girls utter amazement- she found herself sinking into his kiss, her chest fell against his own, their breathing quickly synced as their chests fell in rhythm with one another.

The boys hands found their way to the girls waist- the feel of his touch brought heat to the skin under his hand- her hands snaked their way to the back of his neck, pushing him slightly closer herself, deepening their kiss- both their lips dripping in lecherous desperation.

A crack of thunder and a bolt of lightening illuminated the room momentarily- lighting the boys ravishingly elegant features, shining his platinum hair blindingly as it melted into his milky white complexion.

The boy walked the two into the room, slamming the door in time with another crack of thunder- masking the slam.

His hands travelled up the girls torso to find the back of her head, tangling his hands in her raven hair- slightly tugging at the roots earning a quiet wince from the girl.

It was then the boy broke their connection- leaning his head against her own, their breaths ragged.

Odette's mind was ablaze with a million questions, confusing shot through her in an instance and her mind quickly became aware of what just happened.

The girl stumbled backwards, as far away from the boy as she could go until her back collided with the foot of her guest bed.— Her hands rose to her head to prevent it from shaking left and right, her hands a tremble.

"What, what, what, what..." she whispered to herself, her eyes widening in realisation, "no, no, no, no!".

The boy stood staring at the girl, equally as confused by his actions as she is.

Why did he do it? What came about him that caused him to do such a bizarre action... especially with her.

"Why? Why- why did you do that?" Odette blurted out, tugging at the roots of her hair anxiously.

The boy inhaled and exhaled before speaking just barely above a whisper, "I think it's obvious...-"

"Yes, yes it is obvious- but why? you can't- we can't!" Odette interrupted, keeping her gaze set on her feet, shaking her head ever so slightly from side to side.

The boy scoffed, "funny, because I think we just did- so physically... we can".

"You're not funny" Odette said, pushing off the bed to pace the room from right to left.

The boy watched the girl pace, his mind ablaze with questioning thoughts- unsure of what to do next.

Should he leave? Should he grab the girls arms and bring her lips to meet his own again?