thoughtlessowl
She presented me the knife in a ceremonious manner i would normally think strange for this situation had it not been her. Slowly, but deeply, i cut into my palm and let the blood trickle into the glass that filled up almost too quickly. Then with a nod from her, i drank the whole thing and every inch of me split up into scrambled pieces of matter and atoms as i cried out in pain.
It rose from the ashes, a dark silhouette in the dawn light. Scaring the people around, it simply blinked, shaking its head and clearing its eyes of the terrors it has seen. It stepped forward, fear dripping from its fingertips, soaking through its hair, making it stink of darkness.