I saw a hunger in his eyes, but then he looked back up at me. Whatever he saw residing there he instantly softened his expression. He spoke again cutting me off. "Everything is going to be okay. I can handle this. It's not even that much-" Time moved in slow motion. The blood that had been dipping down my wrist and pooling into my hand suddenly started dripping to the floor. The eyes that were locked with mine suddenly turned cold and dead. The worried furrowed brow went relaxed, almost unbothered. I was terrified. I only wanted to prove what he was. What had I done? He wouldn't possibly hurt me right? Wrong.