Lovely Bruises//Christblood

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Total word count; 835

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Damien wasn't expecting any visitors that day.

The unexpected pounding of the door knocker made him jump a little. He silenced his slightly quickened heart and strode over to the door, only to have it fly open by accident. He was greeted with the friendly face of Joseph....

" Joseph! How good to see you! Are you in need of an anniversary bouquet?" Damien asked as he stopped the door from banging against the wall. Joseph flashed his warm yet attractive smile and laughed. " No, not yet. I'm a....Jehovah's Witness today. I got pinned for the job due to an...accident"

Damien wisely decided not to press on further.

" Well,you may come in if you would like. I don't practice region, but it's a treat to have you" Damien smiled as he held the door for Joseph. The youth pastor took little time in entering the lavish home.

" Would you like some tea? Maybe some fruit perhaps?" Damien asked politely. Joseph accepted to both and sat on the couch while Damien prepared the refreshments.....

" You really do enjoy taxidermy, don't you," Joseph commented as Damien returned with a tray of food. " I've never seen such a collection before ".

Damien smiled fondly as he held a knife and apple. " It's quite relaxing really. It's like when you read the.....Bible? Yes, Bible "  the goth dad gushed as he skinned an apple. The goth continued to chat about his prized bones when,

,,Slice,,

Damien slid the knife into his thumb. Crimson bubbled from the small wound and tainted the fruit. He cursed as he set down the utensil and started to wipe away the red. " I'm so sorry. Clumsy me" He laughed it off as Joseph picked up the knife.

Damien didn't find the way he looked from the blood to the metal instrument pleasant.

Joseph grasped the knife in a fist and made eye contact with the poor man opposite from him.

" Joseph? What's wrong-" Damien started. He was cut off by the knife being plunged into the cushion of the couch directly beside his leg. He paused in shock and looked up from the ruined furniture.

Joseph was really giving him the stare.

Damien started to get up, but his wrist was harshly grabbed. " Don't walk away from me" Joseph hissed. Damien was pulled back and slammed onto the coffee table. He grunted in pain as Joseph grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him down. " J-Joseph! Stop!" Damien stuttered.

Joseph proceeded to raise is eyebrows in a mocking disbelief. " You're not in the position to give commands, Bloodmarch" he scolded. Damien's hands patted around underneath the coffee table at attempt to find something, anything, that could be used as a weapon.

Just as Joseph was about to stab the innocent man, Damien managed to grasp an object. He pulled it out from under the furniture and swung as hard as he could.

It turned out to be the rod used to support the rack used for tea snacks.

It made a sickening WHACK as it was brought across the side of Joseph's head. Damien's hair was released, and the smaller male fell to the ground.

Joseph cursed as Damien instinctively fled the scene. He tried to hide somewhere unexpected, yet familiar,,,,,,,

HOW ABOUT THE BEDROOM

Damien disappeared up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. Very horror movie esc, but there was little time to think. He could already hear Joseph trudging up the winding staircase.

OH GOD WHERE TO HIDE

Damien's thoughts screamed at him as the spilt second decision was made. He slipped into the closet and tried to calm his rapid heart. He feared the meer sound of the rapid thumping would give away his location.

He covered his mouth to muffle his breath as the bedroom door was slowly creaked open. " Tacky" Joseph commented with disgust. Damien was much to afraid to take offense right now though.

Damien heard footsteps go around his room, each seeming louder and closer than the next. Mumbled profanity and swears of victory was as Joseph bothered to say. The madman was heard walking away, and the door sighed as it closed.

" Thank God" Damien breathed out happily in a hushed whisper. He took out his phone to dial the police when the darkness of the closet was tainted with light. Joseph looked all to pleased as Damien's expression twisted into one of fear.

Damien would have screamed, but a rag was shoved over his mouth. He made the mistake of inhaling, bringing who knows what into his lungs. His airways burned and his vision went blurry with every strangled breath.

Joseph pressed the knife into Damien's side and twisted it every so slightly.

Poor Damien

All he could do was choke as his vision faded to black, and slump over like a corpse

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Ayyy

What's up

This a Christ blood fanfiction for tonyishappy

Hope you enjoy it man

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