Stained
He
looked around pushing a few strands of hair out of his face. His nose
upturned he sniffed the air, Blood he thought panicking. He
clenched his fingers into the dirt feeling it give way easily. Trying
to adjust his eyes to the darkness of where ever he was he blinked
rapidly for a minute or two, though it seemed like a life time had
passed before he was able to see even a hint of movement. Attempting
to get his bearings he inched forward on his hands and knees. Placing
his right hand in front of him he felt something cold. A rock
maybe he thought. Upon closer exploration of his hand he felt the
hollows of her cheek and the soft fullness of her lips he had once
lost himself in through tender kisses. A feverant panic began to rise
within him making his stomach flip and his bones quake with fear.
Searching for a pulse he let his hand slide down her neck, over her
collar bone and rest on her left breast plate. A weak thumping
relieved some of his fears and tension as he leaned down searching
for her hot breath on his moist skin. She was so cold, but alive
he kept telling himself in the depths of his panicked mind. Grasping
her shoulders he pulled her close to his toned but strained body. He
heard a clicking sound but his senses mislead him so he was unable to
determine where or what was making the subtle sound. Something was
moving to his left, oh god, what is that? He thought and he
instinctively pulled her closer to his body, melding their skin as if
to become one. A snarl came from above him and as he looked up, hot
sticky fluid dripped onto his lips. He ran his tongue over them and
tasted the familiar taste of metal, blood.