Inside Of Me

[Yazoo]

Vlad licks his lips with a frown, contemplating the strange yet familiar taste of Andrew’s blood.
It tastes of something he used to feast on every day; exotic, addicting, definitely type AB.
He glances at the unconscious man who is laying in a small puddle of blood and puke, pale blonde hair reflecting the little light that is in the tomb.
Vlad eyes the hair, remembering the pale blue eyes behind the closed eye lids, both being natural assets you do not find very often.
Shaking his head, Vlad’s eyes land upon the armour of the man that had been assigned to be there with him; to wake him up after three weeks of him being locked in the tomb have passed. Dark brown eyes narrow as Vlad glares at the heap of rusted metal, making his way to it and stopping directly in front of him.
The creature holds silent for a moment before kicking the armour, making it spill over the ground, both metal and bones breaking apart at the impact.
“Asshole…” Vlad growls, still glaring at the metal head, a cracked skull showing through the curves. “Couldn’t you have died after waking me up?”
Scoffing, Vlad turns around and looks around the tomb, not bothering to spare the armour a second glance as he takes in what the tomb holds. He scoffs slightly at the tapestry before noticing the pots made of mud scattered around here and there.
A slow smirk spreads over Vlad’s lips as he makes his way to the nearest pot, crouching down in front of it. He closes his hand into a fist and raises it before bringing it down on the hard surface of the pot, breaking it into several shards. Not pausing, Vlad brings his hand down on the shards of hard mud next, pulverising them until the hard mud becomes soft earth without any hints of ever being a pot.
Taking a handful of earth, Vlad makes his way to the puddle of blood which is all that is left of Laku.
Earth falls into the blood as Vlad spreads his fingers, watching the earth fall down. Crouching to his knees once again, Vlad reaches a hand into the blood until he comes to the part where the earth is, kneading it until the mud becomes sticky, clomping together.
Repeating the action of crushing the pots of mud, dropping the earth into the blood and then mixing it with the blood, Vlad keeps going until there are no pots left.
Once done, Vlad looks at the reddish pile of mud he created. Clicking his tongue he smirks, brushing several bangs out of his face with his dirty hands, not caring if the dirty mud gets stuck in the black tresses.
“Well, this is going to be quite dirty.” Vlad muses before chuckling lowly.
Scooping up some of the dirt, he starts to lather his bare body with it, not caring about the smell and knowing its bound to be quite uncomfortable in specific places. He walks through the rays of sun, the dirt on his body protecting him. Now that he lost the skin of his original body and has yet to adept to this one, it is quite easy for him to get burned by the light and quite unsurprisingly, getting burned to nothing after just waking up isn’t on top of his things to do list.
Reaching the uneven wall, Vlad pulls to a stop. Glancing back at the unconscious Andrew. “Don’t worry,” he purrs “I’m sure we’ll meet again… if you don’t die that is.”
Laughing, Vlad puts his hands into two of the holes while placing one of his feet into another one. He puts his other foot in a higher hole, moving his hands to holes higher in the wall as well, using the holes as if climbing a climb-wall he moves closer and closer to the top.
Vlad moves swiftly without any fear of falling and dying, knowing that if he falls anyway, he’ll just have to start anew. Not even his slippery hands and toes stop him from moving up to the fastest way out.
Upon reaching the hole, Vlad glances back at Andrew once more before climbing out swiftly and moving away.

Like a caged bird set free…

[Iregyura]

Is it done?
By the way...one question...
Why are your works so good?! I can't believe it! I can't even write half a page without having five thousand spelling mistakes and ten thousand noun-verb disagreement. You are so gifted in writing it's envious I wish I could write like that...
Even though the story (so far?) is really cool, but I still like Addictions better Remember to post as soon as possible! I am awaiting for your works~