Redacted One-Shots

Sharp or Dull

TW: Insecurity, talk about blood, fangs, low self esteem, self hate, Adam, emotional breakdown.

You had just gotten out of your shower. As soon as you stepped foot outside the bathroom it felt like you just stepped into Antarctica. It was freezing! You immediately put on your warmest pair of sweats. You made your way back into the bathroom and looked for your brush. You swore you left it in the sink, but it wasn't there. You let out a rather loud sigh of defeat, your brush was nowhere to be found. You looked up into the mirror, your hair was a mess, there were eye bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, and fangs. God, you were a mess, and fangs didn't seem to make anything better. You touched the tip of one with your index finger. It was sharp but not as sharp as Vincent's, or Adam's. Just thinking his name made a shiver crawl down your spine. Your fangs were small, you were still a newborn so they are meant to be. Part of you adored being a vampire. You would get to spend the rest of your life span with the guy you loved most. But another part of you hated being one. You were just like the very person who brought you through hell and back. The person who keeps you awake at night. You were just like him. Every time you feed your mind wanders to the thought of him. Despite Vincent comforting you in every way possible. You didn't tell him about this. About how you hated the way your fangs looked, about how you hated the way you were just like him. You stared into the mirror, taking in everything. It started out as just a sniffle, then one tear turned into multiple. You were crying so much to the point your legs felt like jelly. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor. That made you cry even more. You laid down on the bathroom floor. "Pathetic" you heard Adam's voice in your head, replaying all the memories. You were just like him. You don't know how long you laid there for. 20 minutes or so. That's your best guess. That is, until you heard a voice. "Oh god, lovely are you okay?!" It was so panicked. It was Vincent's. He dropped down to your place on the floor. "A-are you hurt?!" You stayed quiet. "Lovely please..talk to me." He pleaded. "I'm n-not hurt" you said. He picked you up without saying a word and brought you to bed. You sat down on the bed. "Look at me," he said. You tilted your head to meet his eyes. "Focus on me, and only me". You did as you were told. "You're doing such a good job love. Can you take deep breaths. In and out" you inhaled then exhaled. You thought for a minute, debating with yourself. "Am I just like.." you trailed off. "Just like who?" He said. Tears daring to fall down your cheeks "Adam?". There was silence. He understood why you were crying. I wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Why would you think that? You're nothing like him and you never will be" you smiled "I look just like him" He looked up at you. "No. Your eyes have warmth in them. Your smile lights up the room. You're so sweet to people who don't deserve it. You help anyone in need. You're the love of my life. You are nothing like him." You felt him smile into your neck. "But my fangs.." you said "Open your mouth." You did so. He put his finger on one and smiled. "I think they are beautiful," he said, then pressed his lips on yours. You pulled away. "Thank you Vince," you said. "Always"
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