His hand slowly uncovered Yuki's eyes, smearing blood and tears, though it was not obvious from whom the liquids originated.

"...do you see? It's gorgeous, isn't it?"

Blood was everywhere, lifeless bodys strewn across the floor, some so disfigured they weren't even regonizable. Blood streaked the walls as if painted there. He kissed his neck.

"I love blood, don't you? It's the only thing humans are good for..making everything so lovely with their crimson blood..."

Suddenly, Yuki gasped in pain as a knife was driven deep into his leg. No other noise could be uttered, for his mouth was quickly covered by the other's.

"...stupid. I gave you so much..and I get nothing from you."

He twisted the knife. A sound of pain.

"Love hurts, doesn't it? Especially when you're on the recieving end and decide to not return it."