Her body tensed for a moment beneath me, her eyes burned in our locked gaze and I didn’t see her flash of movement until it was too late… her arms scythed through the air, the syringe falling from my grasp… I yelped out as the thin tip of the glass sliced across my breast, a thin furrow of heated pain following quickly in its wake… I gasped as the feeling flowed through me, instinctively I pulled back from her… she began to roll from me but I was desperate not to let her gain any ground on me and I lunged for her, my fingers clasping against her top with force enough to tear it free of her… my eyes fell to her body, here soft pale skin and smooth firm breasts… her skin, though marked with the occasional scar and bruising held me for a moment with its tormented perfection as I hastily tried to make sense of the conflicting torture of my own mind… her foot moved quickly and almost through instinct I raised to block her, twisting it around and driving her to the floor… she dropped with a heavy crack.

But it wasn’t enough to keep her down as already she was attempting to rise to her feet… I drove forward bringing my weight heavily across her and thrusting her back down… my fingers reached out and for a moment traced the slender lines of her cheek before pulling back and shedding the heavy coat from my body… I inhaled deeply and my chest was wracked with a shrill jolt of pain… my mind flared as my thoughts reeled from the memories dredged from my deep past as the pain unlocked something deep… something dark…

“Hold still Celine… this wont take a minute… please… hold still!!! Why won’t you do as you are told bitch… you fucking bitch… HOLD STILL!!!”

my eyes bolted open and fixed deeply on hers… I pulled my top from my body, wincing slightly as it peel from my wound… my chest revealed to her, each breath taken heavily… my gaze dropped to the thin gash in my soft flesh and then to her repeatedly… my mind tormented by its darkest secrets….

“Bitch!!… Why wont this work… its all your fault bitch… why are you such a failure!! I wish you were dead!! Its all your fault…”

M fingers rose to the wound… the tips tracing a line across the cut, smearing the blood on them… my eyes burned as our gaze locked… a dark smile awoke upon my face, I saw the chill that glimmered in her eyes… my fingers rose to my mouth and softly I touched the blood upon my lips, allowing the rich scent to be taken by my breath and its distinctive taste seeped into my mouth.

My fingers reached down to her and whilst they were still stained with my blood I delicately traced across her breast… her soft skin at my touch bringing an almost primal need welling up inside me, a need that hadn’t been sated in so long… I leant over her, my face mere inches from hers, our breasts pressed together with each breath we took… the mark of my fresh blood against her pale body… as my lips moved against her, the primal storm outside reflecting my own that raged within…