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April 23rd, 2010
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) a_blessing | 06:18 am
"Adrian...no!"
It happens so quickly, the chef's knife in his hand, the eerie look in his eyes and the swift movement of his hand forcing the blade into his arm. She screamed, surprised and stunned and not understanding what was happening. On her feet in an instant, dinner forgotten, she rushes to his side.
"Why did you do that...why..." but her concern is quickly shut off. Blue. For a moment, she finds herself marvelling about the few tiny drops of blue blood spattered on the counter top. It doesn't register in her head that there should be more for a moment but when it does, she grabs his arm. Beneath her fingertips, she can feel the wound heal.
"You...you're healing. You didn't even flinch..."
There's not even a mark and she stares at his arm.
"What are you?" She whispers the words, staring at his arm, running her thumb over the vanished wound as though she's touching something holy.
To her, she is.
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