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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "blood". Featuring Muraki, contemplating the nature of the substance.
He didn't need blood, but from time to time, when he'd run low on energy and he needed to nourish himself quickly, Muraki would drink from one of his partners. The ones with romantic notions insisted that he bit them; some he bit for show, but most he cut with a sterile blade.
Others, he handled far less delicately, when the demons overtook him or he had to work fast. Or they meant nothing to him.
Blood. Something that covered his hands as he worked on a patient, or when he ended a life to take a human's core energy...
He didn't need blood, but from time to time, when he'd run low on energy and he needed to nourish himself quickly, Muraki would drink from one of his partners. The ones with romantic notions insisted that he bit them; some he bit for show, but most he cut with a sterile blade.
Others, he handled far less delicately, when the demons overtook him or he had to work fast. Or they meant nothing to him.
Blood. Something that covered his hands as he worked on a patient, or when he ended a life to take a human's core energy...
