Violently Icy

Eternal Love

Daemon watched Wynrie writhe more than before,  in horrific physical pain.  He wanted to crush his hand against a wall.  Or someone's face. Fuck,  even to smash it with a hammer himself. He'd rather have been in physical pain himself rather than Wynrie to feel it.  Especially with her fragile little body.  Wanting to bash his head in the wall,  Daemon tried to pull himself out of this.

Daemon grabbed Wynrie's hands and squeezed them, firmly. Reassuring her that she would not be alone anymore, not while he's around. In her life.  "There's a story about an Eternal Love. A young boy stumbles upon a young woman who is in danger.  Danger from her brother.  Her brother hunts her. Like she's prey. He beats her.  He catches her and beats her and bites her.  Takes pieces of flesh out of her.  Bastards from around gather to watch.  Like it's a crude joke or some shit, ya know? The boy ends up getting involved with the young woman romantically. They end up engaged. The brother goes after an old woman's youngest daughter. When he gets her,  he drives a blade, a dagger,  through her heart.

The boy finds out and leaves the woman,  his fiance, to go help the old woman.  To prevent the next girl, the next daughter, from being savagely murdered by a maniac.  The psycho hunts for the woman he lost.  The young woman engaged to the boy.  She is allowing others to suffer for her mistake.  She ends up with the young man.  The boy ends up getting involved with the local gang.  The old woman takes better care of her remaining daughters.  The youngest daughter's body was found dead on the edge of the cliff near the ocean.

The young couple now go off and are supposedly never seen again. Not heard from.  However,  their Eternal Love proved to be nothing but a mere essence that didn't really exist. " I wish I was your Eternal Love, Wynrie....  I have a need growing inside me.  A need for you.  Please.. Don't leave me. Come back from this.  Your all I got.  All I have.  My brother isn't even a real good brother.  Never has been much of one to me.  But with you,  I get to be the brother for you. The one you never had, really.

Sis, c'mon. Please..." Daemon was melting inside.  He was in severe physical pain being forced to watch her be in such enormous pain. He kept his screams of agony to himself. His cries being denied an outcry. 

The nurse stopped abruptly. She put the utensils she had been using on Wynrie down.  Daemon became anxiously frantic.  "Wh-what do you think you a-are doing?" His voice shook when he now spoke. "Alas,  there is not much else I can do to ease her, no longer. I'm afraid.. It is too late for her now.  She is on the drink of death. Shadows are overwhelming her now. She cannot be saved."

He growled low.  She could tell he was serious about her.  She was to live... Somehow.  He'd find a way no matter what it took,  no matter what price he paid.  Nor what he had to do to save her.  He felt his heart growing bigger in a not so brotherly way. 

He WANTED her. Badly.  He knew he  pulsar leave her yet.  Not til he knew she would be safe.  Wynrie fell dead still. Daemon started to freak out.  "She needs blood. The kids they... She is losing lots of blood and not knowing... She has a rare blood disease. It causes little things like pokes and shoves to cause her severe pain and or damage as well," Mrs.  Andrews said. 

"Get a needle and and IV bags, now! I will handle the rest myself," Daemon replied. Mrs.  Andrews jogged to go get the IV bags. Daemon pushed his sleeves up and stared back and forth between Wynrie and his wrists.

Daemon took a deep breath in and let it out through his mouth. He put his left wrist up to his mouth and he bit deeply into the skin,  eyes turned yellow and he ripped his wrists apart.  Blood soon poured nearly onto the floor.  He was more vicious with his right wrist. Making it bleed more heavily,  deeply.  When he'd lost control, his eyes often changed from Brown-ish Grey to yellow. It was the beast inside of him.  The demon of demons.

Wynrie moaned" I need you.. Daemon." He wanted to rip himself open just to make her better. Just to comfort her.  Hold her.  Take care of her. He knew he couldn't touch her though. Knew how unsafe he was right now to even be bear her very much.

Wynrie started to tremble and Daemon's hand immediately went to the side of her neck,  while still bleeding from his wrists, still heavily.  Mrs.  Andrews came back into the office and stood dead next to Daemon.  She gasped sharply. He noted it. She had already put the bag together with the needle and had it prepared to be used.  Daemon put his wrists out, upwards high, assuring her it was what he wanted to do. 

She drove the needle into his wrists and he had not utter a sound. Not even one of pain.  She grabbed a chair and he sat right down without hesitation. He didn't want to fight her. After sometime,  he'd turned ghost white and yet her hadn't felt a thing.  He felt normal.  His usual self. Mrs.  Andrews came back in and nagged at him, "You should learn when to stop being so stubborn, kid.  Dumb isn't the route to go. Smart is."

Insanity overruled him.  Ruled his very being.  His scarred up shell.  His weakened soul.  All of him had been succumbed to such an evil life for so long. He was physically drained from giving Wynrie blood.  He'd not exactly been smart about it though, Mrs. Andrews had that right.  He'd just thought about her needing blood not how much he'd chose to lose. Make sure it's enough. He needed her well again.