Where Our Demons Hide (Sven)

Sven was minding his own business, he was reading a book on medicene that was on how to treat a person with a stab wound. Currently an asset at this school, the only other things needed to know was how to take a bullet out of a person. When he turned the corner, he noticed the person was acting strange. It was a girl, she was about his height and was looking towards the ground.

He moved out of her way, when the smell of something familiar caught his attention. He felt his heart pound rapidly for a few moments, before he would calm down. It was fresh, like the grapes picked right off from the vineyard. Looking at her posture, he noticed that she was rather sluggish. Deducting the choice of the matter, he would stop in his tracks and turn towards her.

"You should really look for some help, before your wounds get infected. Judging by the amount of blood soaked into your left sleeve, you might pass out from blood loss. Maybe you don't want help from a stranger, but I could close the wound for you." Sven said staring straight at her with his pink eyes, with no hesitation at all in his voice.

He didn't turn his gaze from her as she tensed up for a moment. She closed her eyes and reverted back to her regular state that he assumed was being tough. Everyone had there way of dealing with people, she was similar to most here at the school. He knew better than to let his guard down, but he couldn't turn away from a person in need of medical attention.

When she told him to buzz off, he didn't really show much emotion to it. He knew that she was injured, so he wouldn't leave her to fall on the floor and harm herself anymore. Gaining the courage to tell her out it is, was a little late when he noticed her stumbling towards him. Despite him being small, he didn't have a problem catching her.

No, for a change a girl was about the same size as himself. She placed her hand on his shoulder, while he caught an arm around her waist for a brief moment to help her stable herself out. He let go of her as she backed away a few steps from him, he only felt that she was rather warm, but shook his mind off that subject.

He knew that she would be resistant to his advances of help, but maybe it was time for him to be more confident with himself.

"I'm not going to leave you around like this so you can hurt yourself, so tell me to buzz off after I help you." Sven stated as he stepped closer to her with a determined expression. He paused for a moment, while he went to offer her his shoulders so that he could give her a ride on his back so she didn't lose herself again, as he wanted her to take his request seriously." Even the strongest of birds are grounded at one point, but must recover to take flight once more. There's an open classroom down the hall, I'ii work on you there." He said looking towards the classroom door that was wide open, trying to not scare her away from him.

Sven expected her to brush him off, but this time she had accepted his help. He looked forward towards the open room, his mind thinking of what he should do for her. She seemed like a nice person, on the inside? or did she have something darker that hides in her shell like himself.

"What's your name? Miss?" Sven stated trying to keep the conversion going.

It didn't matter to him, bringing her through the doors. He would help her over to the teacher's desk, setting her down at the end. He than set his bag down, pulling out some useful tools of his trade. Hand sanitizer, a clean rag, a case of bandages, fishing line, and a very small needle. He was ready for anything, but he would need to see the wound to see how severe it is.

"Can you pull up your sleeve? or do you need some help with that? Can you also tell me how long the wound was bleeding for?" He asked, while he was sorting out his equipment.

It was almost like he was a real doctor, but he was only a student still. He was in advance classes ahead of most people here, but that was more of a curse here at the school wasn't it?

Sven acknowledged her name, it was rather exotic from where he came from in the states. He wondered what her name meant, but maybe he could ask another time. Once he got his supplies all set up on the far end of the desk, he noticed her taking off her jacket. He didn't away from her tho like some idiotic guy, he was going to be a doctor one day so he didn't shy away from a little skin.

Of course he was still a guy, so variety of idea's went through his head. That were quickly thrown to the side, by the sight of her cut arm. His heart rate started to raise again at the sight of her fresh blood, maybe you should get a sample. Another part of his mind had spoken to him, but what side was it again? Mentally slapping himself, he was back in the room in front of her. 


He stood right in front of her, grabbing his bottle of Hand sanitizer and the rag in hand. "Turn your head away from the wound and bite this rag." He ordered her politely, as he applied the very burning sensation that was anti-bacterial cleanser with alcohol that stung like a bitch!. Sven lightly rubbed the cold liquid gel into the wound to ensure that would get it's proper cleaning. 

"It isn't a deep wound, so I don't need to stitch it up." He said in relief as he finished applying the gel. 

Yet, you want to stitch her up don't you? The same voice said in the confound of his mind, as an undesirable urge was growing as his heart beat was bashing against his chest. Why do you always have to be in my life now? 

"You shouldn't joke about those type of things, dying can occur at any moment. I wouldn't want to see you getting hurt again. Oh and by the way, my name is Sven." He stated in a soothing voice, he was calm an meant every word that he spoke, if she would believe him. Now he was just putting the finishing touches on the bandage laced around her arm to hold the blood inside of her body. Wondering what she though, remembering what his mother use to say that women were random to figure out with there own struggles. 

Sven was glad that she wouldn't get an infection, so it was only a matter of time for the wound to heal. When she started to speak to him about her way of seeing the joke, it made him wonder if she only cared for battle. General society has it's way of turning people, but he could tell that she was affected by this school in some way.

The pillar system was a load of trash, he didn't care for it much anyway. What he wanted to do was reform is instead of joining it, those who were always put down by the rules can gain the right to vote for themselves. A nation divided is only as strong as it's weakest link, but those ideals were for another time.

Sven didn't really response to her actions, until he noticed her give him a smile. It was heart harming to see, but did she smile often? Maybe it was out of pity for his services, or just to throw you away after all your hard work. The voice spoke once more, slowly creeping over Sven's mind as he started to fade away from the current world. He tried to come back, but once he noticed that his fingers were touching his mouth the taste of blood flooded his system. 

...

Slowly the young man had licked his lips, savoring the forbidden favor of the gods. What a piece of art they formed, followed by the after taste of watery goodness. Such a refine taste, that only came from the existence of our species, he looked over at the girl smiling at him with a smile of his own. Then out of nowhere moved his body as one without even giving a warning to her. 


His arm tried to wrapped around her waist as he drag her into his body similar to how she fell before. The young man was face to face with the punk girl, his eyes a much different shade from before. They grew darker changing from pink to almost scarlet red that someone could look into and almost see there dreadful past. 


"appreciateth it?, is that all the praise that will be given to me? sadly i prefereth something moo carnal, mine fare maiden. liketh the nap of thy expos'd swé'ra." The young man spoke in a much deeper voice from before in proper English.


Everyone thing about him had changed in a split second, his eyes were looking down at her neck. His lips could almost savor her sweaty neck, as he would want more blood to sample from every part of her body.