His knife. There's been something in his knife that send you awful chills exploding through your system. First time he showed it to you, you were beyond terrified. But that aside you were also amazed he's into collecting knives. You never care less back then, you know just what the reason is and you seem to be the only one who understands the emotionally unstable vampire. After all, everything about him is lovable. In and out. But... Tonight is different. You couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong. Was it the metal itself slowly sliding through your silky skin? Or was it the way how Azusa traces it through your bare stomach? He traced the knife lower, and that's when you whimper. "A—Azusa... " You choked his name, breathless as you bit your lip from wincing louder. "It would be good... if this precious knife... will be stained." He muttered, eyes blank at your scratched skin. You open your eyes in horror, then he stopped scraping you, placing the knife away. "But I can't afford...to harm you." He said, slowly kissing the marks he left, holding you still as he makes his way up until his strangely warm lips meet yours.
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