Your Last Wish

Chapter 5

!!!WARNING!!! Blood, Gore, and Violence ahead. It gets a little extreme so if you don't like, pls skip. Tysm!                      

                  You unsheathed your blade as Death removed his sickles from his belt. His eyes were fierce with bloodlust. 

                   He made the first move. His foot stamped the last of the dying embers out. His red eyes being the only knowledge of his location. "We didn't have to do this, you know." he said, though his voice clearly signified he wanted to. You glared at him. "I knew this would happen anyway." you hissed. His sickles shined in the blue moonlight. Ripples of light flashed across the sky as a boom shuddered through the air. 

                     Drops of rain powdered your S/C as your hair grew damp, weighing heavily on your head. His eyes circled you two times. His sickle came down as you dodged. You slashed your blades at him but it was caught by his second sickle. He chuckled. His first sickle slashed your leg. You let out a groan, as blood seeped from the wound. 

                      "You take pain well." he added, jumping back and licking the end of his sickle. He hummed as he took in the taste of your blood. He licked his lips. You took your second blade to stab him. He blocked it again. 

                      On his right sickle was eight cat symbols, crossed out. You froze. "I might not kill you, but I do intend on having some fun tonight!" he chuckled. You let out a string of curses as you slashed at him. 

                      "Language, chica!" he scolded jokingly, his foot meeting your back. You fell to the ground with a groan. His paw grabbed your shirt as he lifted you off the ground. He puffed air from his mouth. 

                       "You're starting to bore me." he said, meeting your eyes. You had lost to much blood to care. Your arm pressured your aching thigh. Tears were streaming down your face. His nose inched towards your neck as he sniffed. 

                       "Wha-what're you doing?" you groaned. "Trying to find the right veins. I don't often feast on blood alone but yours is intoxicating to the smell." he answered simply, as if talking about the weather. 

                       He stopped at the crook of your neck. He slammed me up against a tree as he let out a snarl. 

                       His sickle went across the side of your neck. You let out a scream as you bit your tongue. The taste of iron flooded your mouth as his sickle finally left the crook of your neck. 

               Your shirt already was soaked with red. His bloodlust eyes darted excitedly from one place to another. 

               Blood dripped from my mouth as you cough up the red liquid. Spots splattered your shirt as you looked down in shame. He let out a tut. "No need to be ashamed. Everyone bleeds." he grinned madly. 

He sniffed your iron scented neck. His tongue drooled as it finally cleaned up your bloody neck. His cool tongue stung but also felt relaxing. His eyes watched your glassy ones. "You taste delicious, querido." he licked his bloody lips. His hand dropped you as he put his sickles away. You reached for your blade as you crawled on the ground. Death turned around and kicked it away. "Ah, ah, ah!" he cooed. There was no doubt anymore, you feared this wolf with every fiber of your being. 

You had to run. Away, away from this sadistic villain. Tears flooded your vision as you helped yourself up. It ached, so bad. You didn't care about the man in the sack. You didn't care about the thunder and rain. You had to run. RUN.

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So...uh...How's the weather at your place?