Thebloodonherhands Stories

She lightly dragged the sword down the center of his chest. His blood pooled around the tip of the sword and shone against his pale skin. "What do you think?" She whispered to him. He shook under her presence. She drained the life out of him, but he couldn't manage let her go. She bent over his lean frame and brushed her soft lips against his ear. "Will you stay with me forever?" She paused, waiting for his answer while skimming her hand against his 5 o'clock shadow. "I'll stay," he gasped. "I'll stay with you forever." He brought his shaky hand up to meet hers. "Good," she stated. "You didn't have a choice."