Diabolik Lovers II: More, blood (Under construction)

A load of shit

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A metallic smell fills the air. Oh, God. She has the sudden urge to vomit, bile is crawling up her throat as she stares at what remained of Shadow's right paw. It isn't until another slow drip of blood falling from Shadow's stump onto her arm, she moves. If Shadow would've enough energy left it would have been a steady flow...I think, but since it isn't she could very possibly die now. Her resolve hardens as she faces towards the bathroom, grabbing a fresh roll of bandages, a needle and a long thread. This is the least I can do. Is her last thoughts before she disappears into the bathroom.
The door closes with a click.

Nozomi p.o.v
My arms are aching of overuse from hurling furniture everywhere. I grimace as a dull pain goes through my arms again, but curls them tighter around my knees. My chin is resting on my knees as I watch the night ever so slowly goes by. Even though I am physically exhausted, inside of me feels like something could snap at any moment. Restraint, from someone whose always cursing like a fucking sailor or screaming, there's a lot I'm holding back. I grit my teeth. Fucking bloodsuckers. I press my fingernails in my knees harshly, leaving small crescents behind. Human body, mind of a monster. Incapable of empathy, love or forgiveness, only manipulative, obsessive, compulsive, arrogant. Immediately after that thought I feel a bit guilty. I've seen their pasts. I've seen how they were feeling.
But... I clench my hands in anger, my whole body tensing up. Passed around like a fucking doll. Used like a fucking doll. Manipulated to see how they fit. Acting like they're above me and I should feel honored. Invading my personal boundaries as if it doesn't matter. That's all I am to them. A fucking doll to morph and whatever they want do with as they please.
A bitter chuckle slips past my lips as the back of my head thuds against wood. How ironic. More chuckles start to escape from me, and I let go off of my knees to slowly bring my hands up to my face. The tone of my giggles get a higher pitch to it as it starts to sound hysterical. They're... They're just... I press my hands onto my face, doubling over as I'm hysterically laughing. White hair falls in front of my face, covering it completely as more and more laughter erupts from my throat. My shoulders are shaking from it, and I dig my nails this time in my forehead. My breath is erratic even though laughter continues to escape from my mouth. My whole body is convulsing.
Just like Mother. My laughter abruptly ceases as the thought circles around my mind. Mother.... I was the one who owned your body in the end, instead of all those men. My middle finger of my right hand slides a little to the right, revealing a bright red eye staring into nothingness, unblinking. Yes... yes... Another soft giggle is heard from me. Of course....of course... Just do what you're best at.... Invisible hands touch my shoulders, squeezing lightly, almost motherly. I can feel a comforting presence pressing against the back of my mind, nagging me to let the presence in. To show what we're capable of. We...? I wonder silently. Yes, we. Hisses a soft voice back, sounding more and more invitingly each second that passes.
Just as I'm about to welcome the presence into my mind, the sound of the door unlocking echoes through the room. It rings inside my head, bouncing in my mind, and I slowly blink as I become aware of my surroundings again. The invisible hands that were squeezing my shoulders, are gone as fast as they came. It takes me a moment to come to myself, the deep aching in my bones also plays a huge part in it.
I blink. And blink again. I'm left reeling at what just happened. The voice. It's just a fog of what happened the last few minutes. I squeeze my eyes shut, and take deep breaths, trying to calm the anxiety building up in my stomach. It's getting worse. I flinch as a sharp pain goes through my head, and my eyes snap open in realization. Shit! I didn't take any pills with me! I've been increasing the dose over the last few weeks, as it is getting harder and harder to control. Not like it's helping much. I add dryly inside my head, and smack the wood in frustration.
Cursing quite loudly, I jump off of the windowsill, and promptly stumble over something I probably destroyed. I go down like a sack of potatoes, flat onto my face as my arms are too tired to catch myself. To put it simply, don't describe me as elegant the moment I went down.
Curses fly out of my mouth, and even though I know it's probably my fault, being a petty bitch like me, I push myself up with my aching arms. Ignoring the twinge of pain in the as I stalk towards the door, this time avoiding any debris or destroyed furniture. Fuck me, fuck me sideways, backwards and let me go to hell in peace for once.
I take a deep breath as I stand in front of the door, my hand hovering above the door handle. Why does it feel like this is a trap? As I'm standing there, hesitating, I start to gnaw on my underlip. But I still need the medication, because I really, really don't want to find out the consequences the longer I'm without them. Making up my mind, I turn back once again, making my way to the bed. I start ripping the cover of the bed the moment it is within my reach. Luckily, there are some broken part glasswares laying around, so I close my right hand around one. Ignoring my hand as I draw some blood, I start to cut into the fabrics, trying to slice long strokes.
Fuck you, fuck this, fuck that, fuck bloodsuckers and fuck y'all. I rage inside my head and calm myself down as I don't want another episode of... whatever that was. A shiver goes down my spine. Yeah, let's not repeat that, so... Probably the hardest advice I've ever made to myself, but try to stay calm. I breathe deeply through my nose, close my eyes for a moment and then continue to cut, my eyes focused on the fabrics beneath me as only one thought comes to my mind.
You can suck my dick.