Another cut on her upper arm to match the ones decorating her body.

The dagger shook in her hand before falling to the hard, cold, earth with a share clang, impaling itself.

She cried out in pain, blood falling in blotches to match the opposite pools of crystal tears.

He licked his lips, watching, knowing it was as sweet as it smelled.

Her crossed to her, knowing that she would try to shy away from him.

He bent forwards, licking the cut slowly, savoring the tingle of her blood.

Her power.

Her wine.

Her essence.

" Why do you continue to cut yourself?" He asked, looking into those broken eyes.

" Why do you continue to heal me?" She whispered back.

He considered his next words. " I heal you, because I need you."

She licked her cracked lips, before glancing down at her own blood and tears. "I cut myself to feel."

He copied her movements and stared at her pain too. " Why?"

" Because I've become numb."

He nodded his head, before continuing his healing.